Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
August Noonday, by Henry Tyrrell
[...]
Even the ripples on the lake, that move
At scarce a breath, now are becalmed. Above,
Around, beneath, is but the drowsy seeming
Of smoky skies, and dim red sunlight streaming.
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2023/08/august-mid-day.html
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