lugnasadh blessings from oz.
it's now the southern lugnasadh -
the temperature is soaring.
we sizzle in the blazing heat
with sweat from faces pouring.
my nose is sunburnt deepest red,
my blistering skin revealing
a brighter shade of pink beneath
(some might think that’s a-peeling!).
the sand’s too hot for walking on,
it really burns our feet.
we have to put our shoes on
to protect us from the heat.
the garden plants have all gone limp,
the annuals are all flat.
i’m in the shade with nothing on
except my wizard’s hat.
so blessings bright this lugnasadh
from oz’s desert lands
of blazing sky and fiery sun
heat haze and burning sands.