When thunderclouds rise in the deep Western skies
And the air is as heavy as lead –
When fat Bufo toads squat right there by our toes
And the snakes topple down on our heads –
When we feel ourselves frown as the sweat trickles down
From our necks to the smalls of our backs –
Then we know without doubt that our luck has run out
And the summer’s arrived right on track.
Oh, this Florida summer–it’s really a bummer.
The sunshine’s so bright we go blind!
It’s hot and it’s muggy, and outside it’s buggy.
That heat index? Simply unkind.
The gators are gloating, the fire ants floating,
The snowbirds have all fled up North.
On the Fourth of July, we’ll sit inside and cry
As the A/C once more proves its worth.
By fall, you may find that we’ve all lost our minds.
But there’s a good reason, remember.
(The number one reason is Hurricane Season,
Which stretches from June to November.)
So let’s hang down our heads for the season we dread –
It’s summer down here in SoFlo.
Sure, we know how to deal, just don’t ask how we feel
Unless you–in fact–want to know.
Despite the tone of the poem above, I’m actually doing pretty well today, both mentally and physically. After nearly two years of almost strictly running, I’ve rejoined a gym. My arms are remembering what weights feel like. It’s a whole scene. So that’s how things are going here.
It’s true I’ve been slacking on the blogging front. There are reasons. I hope you’ll accept this little post to tide you over until my next personal essay is ready.
Speaking of which, I am planning a short series this summer that’s going to blow everybody’s hair back – including, probably, mine. Actually, if you wouldn’t mind praying for me as I prepare it, I’d appreciate that. It’s sort of a doozy and a has proven a stretch for me to write. But I can’t not write it. It’s basically boiling a hole in my brain!
In the comments below, be sure to check in and let me know how you are. Critique the poem if you like, and feel free to write a few lines about summer in your own hometown! I’d love that.
Happy Wednesday, everybody!
May your coffee be hot, your A/C cool, and your hearts warm with joy!
This makes me happy. You’re awesome.
Praying for everything on the horizon for you!
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You’d better believe I’ll write another one come hurricane season! #Drama
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Woo hoo!!
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I guess there are drawbacks to living anywhere, huh? I’m going to remember this poem as consolation the next time I see you post a picture of palm trees and glorious sky while we’re enduring subzero temperatures up here in WI 😉
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Yes, Florida summer is your winter! I have a post about this somewhere. LOL
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Love. This. Poem. I want it in a book and illustrated. 😀
Prayers for your summer writings!
Also, here is a pair of Midwest summer haiku:
Last week was forty
Today it’s ninety–Achoo!
We all have bad colds
Kinda hard to breathe
Through all this hot air-water
My hair so big tho
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Hair always so big, amirite? LOL
But seriously, wasn’t it snowing in the midwest, like, last week?
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