Laid back beach town
Families eating ice cream
Main street organic market
Ocean breezes ruffling hair
Summer in Carpenteria, California
summer
Autumn
As a summer person, I’m less excited than others I know to see it end. This abecedarian poem allowed me to experiment with words without searching for profound meanings, allowed me to play.
Autumn
brings
chills
dreary
evenings
fog.
Gone
heat
intense
joy.
Kindness
lingers while I
meander
near
oceans
playing
quickly,
running in
sunshine.
Tomorrow
under a
vanishing
wind in a
xeroscape
yard, I will
Zoom my next meeting.
Evening
Rose remnants float in my palm
the color
of fresh blood
of sunsets
cerise, burnt orange, gold.
A pale blue dragon
thunders
across a salmon sky.
Slowly indigo night
descends,
only the coyotes sing.
Snake in the Wall
Searching for cool
Slithering, hunting
Transforming
Summer Beauty
These Mexican Bird of Paradise speak for themselves.
Clouds
Clouds
Sunrise
Sunset
Beauty
Summer
Silence
Eerie. Silence. Fixed dinner, took it out on the patio, sat down. Realized I could hear myself chewing–pasta, not celery or carrots, pasta. What?!
Stopped eating. Listened. No insects chirping, no birds calling, no wind blowing.
Nothing.
Eerie. Quiet, cloud covered sky. No lightning, no thunder.
Nothing.
I looked for a tornado cloud, an explanation. None. This never occurs here.
The sound of no sound.
Summer Dawn
Birdsong
Mist
Peace
After the Storm
Stillness
Golden light
Birdsong
Sunset
Peace
Hazy, Lazy Days
The words and tune to this old song float through my brain. Summer. Early morning yoga, coffee, horses fed, flowers watered, a lazy lunch: salad with feta, black beans with caramelized onions. Slouched, reading a book (The Return, Hasham Matar) on the sofa, feet crossed on edge of coffee table, patio doors open, I hear birdsong, the whir of black fans in the ceiling sea of white. Summer. Nap time. Awaken slowly, eyes watching cotton candy clouds barely move across an azure sky. Summer.
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