Summer's Over-Heated Depths

We've turned the graceful dissolve from
spring into summer; that is, by the
calendar year. Nature, as is her wont,
spurns the artificial conceits of human
hubris endeavouring to bring order and
security of anticipation to what they
erroneously believe to be human affairs.
They are such only when indifferently
powerful Nature permits such delusion.

That aside, and even though summer
arrived without the pompous calendar
declaration and well before that assigned
date, it has generously brought us the
intemperance of heat-and-damp-intensity
more suitable for tropical climes than this
decidedly northern hemisphere. Another
of Nature's good-humoured pranks.

Fresh air short on the fresh, intolerably
high on the humidity-suffocating scale,
living organisms gasp their pleas for
relief. We move slowly, as though
anciently ponderous beasts through a
primeval atmosphere of nauseous hot
gases and green noxious growths of
primitive bushes and strangling vines.

The sky an immense, overturned product
of some divine cosmos-controlling potter's
artifice, perfectly aqua-glazed, has invited
the hydrogen-blasting sun to burst this Earth
with the incandescent heat of its revealed
light, baking all that revolves within the
fastness of its powerful magnetic field, in its
tiny portion of the vast, expanding universe.

No matter, within the planet's forests
and its oceans, atop its peaks life flourishes,
radiant heat or ineffable icy-cold ambiance.

And here, in our infinitesimally insecure
and hidden portion of this world, we move
through the haze of sodden, heated air,
among buzzing insects, celebrating songbirds,
furtively-foraging creatures, to note the
early-summer appearance of goldenrod,
Queen Anne' lace, thistles, primitive staghorn
sumac, milkweed, purple loosestrife, and
poisonous red-baneberry. Assuring us that
all is right with this world, this microcosm
of that vast, unknowable-fearful cosmos.