Friday, July 1, 2011

Arizona Summer

Cemetery in Mayer, AZ

In honor of the long, hot summer that lies ahead of me, here in Arizona, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote last year during the monotonous days of sweltering, unending heat.
When most of the USA gets ready to celebrate the Fourth of July with picnics and barbecues, I usually hibernate to the dark cool places and ride out the summer thinking about the mountains and forests, rain and scary movies.

It's Not Even Eight AM

It's not even eight am,
Opening the door to my backyard
I am assaulted by a wave of hot air,
Like a blast furnace.
Capable of turning solid metal
Into molten liquid,
Incinerating human flesh.
Yet the hummingbird still
Visits the feeder,
The cactus are thriving,
The mesquite tree remains
A soft yellow green.
Nothing has gone up in flames
But my illusions-
That I will ever adapt to my environment.
All this and it's not even eight am.

Word of the Day: wanderlust. (noun) a strong longing for or impulse towards wandering.


  1. You nailed it! I'm having the same angst. When we get the first monsoon clouds, I start thinking of Halloween and horror movies and an autumn that never comes in Phoenix.

  2. Greetings from Tucson! 110 here today.

  3. I'm feeling the heat. Terrific write.

    I do believe I read that fireworks were banned in the South because of the heat. Bummer, but, better safe than sorry.

    Beautiful blog. : )

  4. I feel your pain. It is so frickin' hot and with the monsoons rolling in, the humidity will rise as well. BTW, I have that same picture but with snow all over the grave and ground.

  5. A fabulous write! I'm a winter chick and 1st class moaner during the summer. I'd never survive Arizona during the hot spell....! Poor you! Hibernaters United!!

  6. Amazingly done! I used to live in NC and I remember those days, in Sweden I haven't seen them, which is just as well I am not much for hot weather

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