Friday Poetry the 13th - Last Week's

The walk had grown long.
Baby in my arms, sun beating down.

The air was grainy.
The hazy sun's unexpected
springtime heat almost gritty.
Thick air crackled and buzzed.
Cacophony on a quiet street, an insect roar.
We rounded the corner,
(Trudging now.
One goal - to get the fair one
out of the hot sun.)
And stepped into an oasis.

Silent air surrounds us.
We stand
Immobilized by the moment.
Feeling it.
A green umbrella
arches over, sheltering us
on all sides.
The buzzing outside mutes.
The living sponge soaks up the sound before it reaches our ears.

She reaches up to the verdant sky.
Emerald and jade air refreshes us.
Hands stretch out.
Tiny hands reach to touch the coolness.
Face in the breeze,
trying to catch it.
Gently smiling as it touches her cheek and chin,
ruffling her hair.

A moment of green.
Whispering calm in the middle
of the hot peripheral world.