L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

Dog Days

Elm trees are folding their leaves
Like umbrellas after a river storm
The weeping willow quietly grieves,
In summer heat neither conceives
That only mid-December relieves
This is Dog Day's scorching norm,
Elm trees are folding their leaves
Like umbrellas after a river storm. 

Written July 22, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger July 22, 2022 at 9:21 PM Oh, my goodness, Hank, it will be 102 degrees in Kansas today! This is so apt for us! L Milton Hankins July 23, 2022 at 9:34 AM The heat can be very oppressive and dangerous for older folks like me. I cannot imagine being homeless and not having an air-conditioned shelter. Many of them will be the casualties this summer. So sad.

Michael Tor July 22, 2022 at 8:16 PM Dog days are here for a little while. Turn the air conditioning on and have yourself a refreshing Coke... L Milton Hankins July 23, 2022 at 9:35 AM Ah, but as my urologist would say, "Drink water!!!" He's adamantly opposed to soft drinks, but I don't think he can convince me entirely. I'm trying to drink more water, though.

Jenna Logan July 22, 2022 at 3:38 PM It's been too darn hot. At least we had rain twice today, so it didn't get about 85. Elm leaves curling... sounds like you're ready for Fall. L Milton Hankins July 22, 2022 at 5:06 PM Oh, not quite yet, I hope. It was 93 degrees here today, according to my car thermometer, but I suspect it was hotter than that.