June 5: It Will Be Hot

I haven’t read a weather forecast

but I know it will be hot just the same.

Already on this early June day,

the sun seems a more intense

and slightly hazy summery yellow 

than spring’s clear fresh sunshine.

And the blue sky has faded a bit

from purest azure to the shade

of one of my pale blue work shirts

that has been washed perhaps

a hundred times or more. And

the grass seems to be calling out

for more water even though it

rained not that long ago. It will

be hot, but I can picture the moment

when the heat will break and drops

of rain will streak my face, as cool

and healing as a forest stream.

But today it will just be hot.

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