Summer here,
choking heat
forests fill the sky
as ash.
poem-men-oh-pausssse July 2, 2015
In the heat
her fingers sizzle from inside out
raising an ocean on her forehead
rivers racing down her back,
internal pressure steam driven engine
hissing irritably
summer outside
summer inside
poem- air June 28, 2015
I breathe in air so warm
the hairs in my nose sizzle,
I attempt to read, but
heat melts my resolve.
The porch swing is like a hot bath,
washing away concern and energy.
Languid summer afternoon,
Shuswap heat wave.
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Fell asleep trying to read on my porch this afternoon. When I came inside, I checked the thermometer: 43 C which is 109.4 F. Just a tad warm!
poem- heat June 18, 2015
Summer bakes us all
we glisten, basted,
glossy, full of scent
on the beach coconut
on the track athletic musk.
The dog lies panting
collapsed in a cool for now spot
We long for air conditioning
and winter ice.
poem- hot July 8, 2014
In dead of winter
when I am bundled in sweaters,
nursing hot chocolate
and shivering,
I will remember
sliding open the back door today
and how I was hit with a wall of air
so hot my finger tips feel
they’re glowing like ET’s.
In the meantime,
I’m grateful for a/c
and find typing with
molten finger tips
very interesting.
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haiku- hot dog July 28, 2013
Overheating dog
stretching out on the cool–floor’s
better than a swim.
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It’s better because I have poodles, and drying after the swim is beyond onerous! Despite the breed being named for their task of bird-dogging into puddles, I prefer mine to stay dry, and they seem of the same mind!
