It’s minus 20 degrees Celsius in Calgary with a windchill approaching minus 30. I’m thinking back on a warm summer day spent in the Silver Springs Botanical Gardens….
Photographed by Sheryl @ Flowery Prose
Tag Archives: Heat
Yesterday in Melbourne Australia
100.4F yesterday hot sun in Australia
Parches throat and toasts the fauna
Restless nights sleep
Throw off the doona
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Crispens grass and crackles till dry
Sun in the sky blistering high
Dance bare footed across the sand
Lie on the towels to catch suntan
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No cool air to dissipate heat
Hot gates to open, hot iron seats
Birds are silent in heat withdrawn
Heat makes you tired sleepy..yawn
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Sun rays beam down washing gets dried
Towels all crunchy almost fried
Trees not moving no wind to stir
But this is the country I love ….AUSTRALIA
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Summer (from ramblingsfromamum)
My body lies upon the sand and the warmth radiates and envelopes my every pore
I inwardly smile at how I feel, my senses are tingling and alive as I listen to the sounds of the waves tumbling
I have waited all year to feel this way
To be by the ocean to hear its sounds, to smell it
Summer
My hands dig into the soft and gritty like crystals and slowly I let each grain pass through my fingers
My eyes closed my breath draws in to absorb the perfume of the water, the smell of the warmest season
My eyes blink open and I stare to the sky above to watch the clouds dance in the wind that carries them
I watch as birds fly overhead and cry out making themselves known
Summer
So perfect the day the quietness, the stillness around me with only the waves and the sounds of feathered creatures
My mind escapes into the paradise, my thoughts tumble, like the waves they ebb and flow
How perfect, how serene at happiness complete
The seasons that make a difference to my feelings my emotions
Summer
I have waited for the warmth to feel the sand, to hear the ocean, to gaze into the water
I have passed through the cold and wintry months, the time of Spring and Autumn, with summer I am alive
This is my place, this is where I belong
I am content at peace
Summer
Why does this have such a hold on me?
Why am I happiest here?
I cannot say, is it because I am a water sign?
Possibly
Summer
Some places make us feel alive more than others
Being near the water is mine
I have tranquility listening to the waves or stepping amongst the rock pools to watch the life below
I simply belong
Summer
Do you have a place where you belong?
Where your senses come alive
Where the sounds of all around you without an orchestra
Fulfills you and takes you to a place you may only have in your dreams…
Summer
Maggies Blues Sonnet Challenge
http://anexerciseindiscipline.wordpress.com/2012/08/27/how-about-another-challenge-2/
Hi – missed Maggie’s challenge yesterday and am late posting today. Forgot the heroic couplet and then had to add it back, needs work, but here it is.
We thought we’d got our summer here at last,
We thought we’d got our summer here at last,
We thought we’d got our summer, rain was past.
We waited for the birds to start to sing,
We waited for the butterflies to wing.
But Winter stretched out longer into spring.
Then August came and children left the schools
The holidays began, the heat was cruel,
But summer’s sun with winter had to duel.
At first those breezes on our skin felt sweet,
a welcome change from all the scorching heat,
but swiftly, winter had our summer beat.
The heat has gone, the days are getting cool.
September looms, that’s autumn, that’s the rule.
The summer’s gone and we are Nature’s fool.
We’re not in charge of summer or of rain
For Mother Nature has the bigger brain.
Dark Clouds (for the Monday Morning Writing Prompt)
by Imelda at My Word Wall
Dark clouds rolled in
marring the smooth blue of the sky
the breeze held its breath
the birds were quiet, with nary a sigh.
Will this be the day
when the rains come
to soothe the parched earth
long denied this balm.
Dust swirled about
mocking the awakened hope
as scars traced the land
proclaiming Dry Spell’s work.
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I wrote this piece following the prompts from 20 Lines or Less: smooth, soothe, work, dark.
Moth and Flame
we were like moths – hovering
around a flame – appealing…
caressing the edges of our kindred spirits -
enticing our souls
with the promise of
a life other than what has been…
like moths, we hovered – closer…
as if by hypnosis – we hovered closer still…
and in a trance, our wings started to burn…
This Morning’s Weather
The forecast called for temperatures in the high 90s or even 100s, humid and oppressive, a heat warning.
Stay hydrated, the meteorologists all said.
But the skies have opened up and are hydrating the parched ground. It is dark outside (not because it’s early morning but because of the storm) and thunder booms. The rain falls as if it’s been pent up and someone opened the floodgates (unintended pun). And the thermometer on our deck reads 64. I hope it never rises to the 90s. It’s so miserable when it’s that hot.
So…a reprieve from the heat…and the ground must be doing a happy dance as it receives the rain that won’t quit.
THANKFUL
It started out so wonderful.
Our day that is.
We woke up early and made sure our belly was full.
Most of the stuff he packed was his.
We headed up into the mountains and into a river to spend the day.
Weather Man said it would be a scorcher, temps very, very high.
We were to stay in the river for the whole day.
This was not to be, please let me tell you why.
Seems a bug of some kind, had it in for him.
We no longer could watch our dog swim.
I had to pack things up and haul them up the hill, for him.
He became so ill, so quick, his chances were starting to look slim.
I really did not know what to do.
I had no idea where anything was in this area.
He had absolutely no clue.
The mountains were again, in my rear view mirror.
I let my gut lead the way.
I prayed and prayed it was not the wrong way.
I am serious when I say he was very ill.
I was on a mission to find a pill.
I do not know why a saw a flashing Red light.
I did what ever it took to get to it.
He had certainly lost his fight.
I just knew I could not quit.
In the end, the light was the help, he so needed.
They took him with them, to the emergency room.
They could tell how serious it was, by my face, as I pleaded.
He was now hooked to a machine in a private room.
In the end all is well.
Three days have passed.
He still isn’t feeling swell..
With his bad allergic reaction, I fear this will not be the last.
I will know where I am at.
All the places to go, to find help for sure.
I will also know when anyone else needs help, STAT.
I will never travel without a first aid kit just in side the door.
I love him so much and am so glad it came out OK.
Eunice
Summer
Will be mid-nineties here today,
that’s what’s predicted, anyway.
I plan to stay inside to cope
with all the heat until, I hope,
thermometer makes 70
or 80. Then I’ll feel more free
to step outside to jazz fest, crowd,
and rhythmic music soft or loud.
Summer
Summer
So sweet sometimes
Unanimous in its own way
Summer
Magical for its yellow shine
Mysterious yet in its own way
Summer
Erotic with the heat it showers
Ruling in its own way
Summer…
Credit- My “dear friend” Vincent Van Gogh (I hope this is how his name is spelt)
Traveling West
From Michigan to Tucson air miles split
the earth in two. As we head west scenes spit
green landscapes out and swallow desert brown.
Tall stalwart cacti and dry rivers crown
the ground. The sun beats down until we bow
to its commands. I, too, feel parched. And how!
Parched, paper-thin, my skin in Tucson’s heat
endures the temperatures that daily beat
me to submission. Bottled water sends
refreshment to my soul. A nap attends
me, energizes for the evening fun.
A play, a concert, dinner out? The sun
can’t chase us, and we feast on city lights
or mountains that invite us to their heights.
Sabino Canyon shows its moonlit face
while dancing light and shadow flood this place.
