What a long hot year here,
the cactus are wilting.
Cement is getting soft,
birds in the trees are cooked.
Long hot days with hot nights,
must stop for everyone.
Let It Rain-cool rain now.
September where have you been?
The June days burnt my smooth skin,
in July it was hot and I needed extra sun screen.
August was fun pool time with us all-in.
Finally lovely September to break-in,
with many wonderful holidays to begin.
The blistering sun sears the sand.
Time will create a desolate land.
SILK SERAPHS
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morning's fiery edge ascends~
kaleidoscopic procession of
pinks, blues, yellows catch my eyes.
above me, a fleet of silk seraphs
claim the cerulean sky,
sun's warmth igniting their ethereal sails.
the silk seraphs easily glide~
like dreamers across celestial skies,
they drift along effortlessly.
burners' gentle roar, a soothing serenade~
the ballonists soar in burnished metal baskets
while passengers wave as they pass by.
above quilted plains, tiny silk thrones reign~
like my wayward thoughts
they meander carefree.
the wind gently carries them higher aloft
then…..pooooof….they vanish.
magic comes with dawn’s first rays.
Summer
season,
lively,
lots of
zest, fun.
Breeze beats
the heat.
People
on the
beach have
ice cream,
iced drinks.
Cool treats
for heat.
Women
in their
two piece
swimming
outfits
are hot,
hot, hot!
Concerts
in the
park are
upbeat.
The crowd
goes hot
hot, hot!
Excitement built up,
riding the hot air balloon
with my two daughters.
Turned to fear for falling fast,
bounced on the ground, and then dragged.
The frightening ride
happened in New Mexico
sixteen years ago,
did not dampen my spirit
for riding another one.
Felt no excitement
nervous from the prior ride,
calmly went for it.
Magic moment in the sky,
view of sunrise and balloons.
Today is hot; tomorrow, not.
This summer’s been like this a lot.
It’s tough to know which way to go
When making outdoor plans and so,
You must choose twice, that’s my advice,
For just one thought will not suffice.
A lovely hike, which you might like,
Won’t work if temps begin to spike
And pouring rain would be a pain
And cause all parties to complain.
An indoor spot when it is hot
Might be the best choice you have got.
A place to start is where there’s art
Or dinosaurs to tell apart
Or go to eat on any street,
For that can always be a treat.
Once plans are made, don’t be afraid
To change them if your mind’s been swayed
By Nature’s kinks or sidewise winks,
Since that won’t help at all, methinks.
cold brewed caffeine fix
facing head on the heatwave
~ uplifting delight
With coriander cumin turmeric
basmati rice saffron and spice
onions chilli peppers
and all things nice
with chapati and chutney
a samosa or two
naan for starters
rogan josh vindaloo
not eye-watering
but tasty is best
tandoori tikka masala
korma's a meal with zest
chicken lamb chickpeas or lentils
a dinner for two you do not hurry
allow what you've got to simmer in the pot
if you want a winner curry
first my skin melted
then my muscles and bones
as I sat in the hot sun
writing these poems
I should have moved sooner
this thought wiped my smile
my bodily suit was a goner
on the ground in a pile
There are four seasons every year on earth.
They are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
The season now is like boiling water.
This season is mostly good for the plants.
Well, experts say that plants need much sunlight.
All living things need sunlight to live too.
It’s so hot, but need to get used to it.
Oh, the sun! The sun! The bright shining sun!
Some brightness is enough to light up sky.
Not too few and not too much that hurts eyes.
We know you’re here by looking up the sky.
You are gone above when he starts to cry.
You make nature and humans have new life.
You may be there until the end of life.
Trumpcanoes vomit,
diuretic lava flows:
Justice melting down::-
Not a lot of ocelots
are seen in the day
they prefer the evening
or the night
if an ocelot you're hot to spot
altho' it's quite a long shot
an ocelot you want to sight
you may even hit the jackpot
if you do it right
all you've really got to do
is switch off the light
chocolate-cracked earth
sizzling Stygian summer ~
lizard on a stick
(July Full Moon – Native American)
I love when we sit in the hot bright sun,
add some butter or we will get well done.
Sky and water of ice blue,
better than the dull store view.
Oh! look I am popping so I will run.
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