As the deer pants for water

In late August the hot sun scorches the earth. The brittle grass browns and breaks. Moisture-starved leaves yellow and flutter to the ground. The baked earth, cracked in every direction, cries for rain. Insects buzz in erratic dances—nothing else moves. The stifling heat rises in nearly invisible waves. Safe in her thicket, the deer stirs. Continue reading “As the Deer Pants for Water”

As The Deer Pants for Water

In summer the hot sun scorches the earth. The brittle grass browns and breaks. Moisture-starved leaves yellow and flutter to the ground. The baked earth, cracked in every direction, cries for rain. Insects buzz in erratic dances—nothing else moves. The stifling heat rises in waves. Safe in her thicket, the deer stirs. Hot and parched,Continue reading “As The Deer Pants for Water”