Heat rises up in waves
from the rich red ground
shimmering, dancing, teasing
there’s no one around

Leaves hang almost motionless
just a subtle waver
a gentle breath of air
sensually savoured

The earth she has the rhythm
of the oldest dance of time
pulsating then resting
in natures sweetest rhyme

From her we draw our passion
as she drives us ever on
’til our hunger is sated
the last shuddering breath gone

Trish Johnston 13th March 2016