DIN BLOGURILE MOLDOVEI
Drought
The air is on fire;
No leaf dares to move.
Degrees ascend higher;
Up and through the roof.
Bright Queen of the Solstice,
She wreaks steaming death.
The red flames contrast with
Parched meadows of Earth.
Escaping confinement,
Quicksilver expands.
Further redefining
The havoc it makes.