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restless summer heat

Restless Summer heat

It is odd how we forget we live on a restless planet
the talk of the melting ice cap is true enough; it melted
before when Greenland was a hot house for plants
In Spain and Portugal, the impression is of two lands
are burning tragedy we blame people for
but we overlook that there was a serious

cold brewed

cold brewed caffeine fix
facing head on the heatwave
~ uplifting delight

The Heat of the Moment

(Cabin Sunset, summer 2025)

The Heat of the Moment

Settling into our new mountain cabin,
Dogs and humans equally overheated
In the shadeless August afternoon,
The only way to be is naked.

Stuff strewn around 
Bed to one side, kitchen the other,
Camp chairs with panting dogs 
On an old Persian rug in-between.

Cabin with unfinished interior
Waits for insulation, paneling and flooring,
But in

Thrill of Late Summer

The noon heat no longer burns like dog days,
Storms now caress the leaves with care and grace,
The roughness of summer night kept at bay,
'Stead calmness, peace and comfort take their place.

The air is hazy, lazy, filled with fun,
Awaiting the chill and darkness of fall,
Now missing kisses of mid-summer's sun,
And cricket's early morning rasping call.

The sky

SLEEPING WITH THE FAN ON

SLEEPING WITH THE FAN ON
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Texas, where summers are more than hot,
Sleeping with a fan turned on is a must-have spot.
     With a whirl and a breeze,
     It brings sweet, cool ease,
While we snooze in a sweat-soaked, warm cot!

We sleep while it spins with a roar,
As sweat

Scorched

summer’s scorching heat
     leaves curl up burnt to a crisp
          the tree’s life threatened

EXTREME HEAT

Extreme heat signifies an era
For the people who live in denial
That it is global warming
While the heat from hell solidifies
Itself throughout a variety of
States and countries
The heat creeps into our bodies
And brains creating a fog that 
Keeps us in a neutral zone, 
Wear our thoughts are unclear making us
Quick to anger and our patience short

she cries in the heat

she cries in the heat
of this longest summer day
no rain to hide tears

summer rain is slow
clouds drift in like a whisper ~
a promise broken 
and grief like a coming storm 
with thunder the rain is here

IN THE HEAT OF THE DAY

IN THE HEAT OF DAY

A peaceful warm day.
Scents of flowers fill the air;
So do summer flies!

Incandescent

noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow—
cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold.
a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow
un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled.

children shriek!—a liquid burst of now,
popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green—
cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean
across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down—

bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!—
the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the

Summer Heat

Sun is seen a flaming ball in the sky,
Darting down pointed spears of smarting beams.
Horrid heat waves, from the smoked earth, rise high.
For drops of water, the thirsty earth screams. 

The waterlogged piece of land has gone dry.
The soil is arid and left cracked and parched.
Drying crops have made farmers sadly sigh.
The once lush green

Beat the Heat

     Beat the heat, beat the heat
        You’re on the hotseat
     Beat the heat, you’re on the hotseat

     Drink lots of water, drink lots of water
        You really had

City Heat

The neighborhood has gone to bed
A lonely yellow light peeks out a window
A wary city coyote gives a curious glance
Racoons pick the combination lock on the trash can lid
A feral Tom serenades its purring lover
Street lights offer a dubious trust
As a cradle moon rocks the stars to sleep
A wind chime succumbs to the humidity

heat

Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated.

It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use  parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please.
That was

Heat

When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»

«If I had my dick inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»

Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;

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