Afternoon Painting

I thought of this in the shower so I had to hurry and write down as much as I could remember. The challenge was to describe a hot summer day back home without actually directly mentioning the season or the heat. I don't actually do poetry that often.

fan whirring

the window is open

blinds breathing in
out
rattling softly on the sill

paintbrush mumbles on the canvas

sashaying swirling sunny colors

dancing with the whisper of trees

sounds hang

in the air, then
drop

steady

down

water slides on a lemonade glass

ice cubes

long gone