Haibun: Burned Up Hope

As the heat continues to swallow up the cooler nights, gobbling up the pavement, the cool breezes, and anything built on this desert ground, hope burns away. The hope of cool nights and free movement is someplace past September or October now.

The hardest kind of hope is the one where I know the worst is yet to come, but if I just hold out, it will ease eventually. 

flowers, still unpopped
safely sits atop. summer:
yellows and maroon

&Haiku: Flowers Atop