Poetry · Summer

Haze

A heavy haze hangs over our heads

Leaving me heaving and hanging my head.

Smoke from infernos, in lands far away,

Is drifting downwind, so the weatherman said.

Though it drafts fiery sunsets and moonrises here

Enflaming and sparking this poetic thread,

We sigh for our Oregon sweet summer days

Begone smokeyhead, begone with your dread!

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Faith · Gardening · Joy · Photos · Poetry

Savoring Oregon Summers

Succulent strawberries, so shiny they look fake,

strawberry

Drip juicy goodness to stain your favorite t-shirt.

They are followed promptly by God’s gift for July birthdays:

Ravishing vanilla cake with raspberry filling;

As rich, rare, and radiant as my ruby birthstone!

Hot on their heels come brilliant bursts of blueberries.

I oblige my happy belly, fresh or in cobbler form.

And now this luscious blackberry beckons her debut.

 

What an oral orchestra, as sensational as fireworks;

What tokens of lavish love to us,

So gratefully accepted.

 

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Family · Nature · Poetry · travel

Splattered on my Windshield

Giant windmills by the Columbia

Slowly doing the breaststroke,

Over rolling buff hills that are sunning

Past town after town and its townsfolk.

Truck trailers, travel trailers,

Zipping past chugging railers.

Dams and rest stops, hot springs and buttes,

Punctuate stories of curses and Aslan

Tumnus, and horses and wardrobes of fur

Grip us, spellbound, unfolding The Plan.

Truck trailers, travel trailers,

Zipping past chugging railers.

Travel mug is choke full of husks

Of sunflower seeds the driver ate.

Smeared across my once clear windshield

Many a bug has met its fate.

Truck trailers, travel trailers,

Zipping past chugging railers.

Mile after mile till you’re numb at the hip

Book two is over, it’s time for a flip

Day-dreaming, mindlessly eating my dip

What a fantastic Memorial Day trip. splatterhttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/buff/

Humor · Poetry · Uncategorized · We've All Done It

Ten Second Lag

Careful now!

I cautiously stick my big toe into the shower

to test the temperature.

Too cold.

I jerk my faithful harbinger out and

turn the knob counterclockwise

ever so slightly.

The second testing proves only tepid.

I turn it up again and inch my way into the stall,

I unwittingly touch the cold wall

and breathe in sharply.

How long is the lag

between adjusting and results?

The seconds, how they drag

in this temperature precipice.

One would think that

One wrong move will be the death of me.

I step in confidently to embrace the warmth,

“Aaaaarrgghh, turn it down! Turn it down!”

 

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Photography · Poetry · Uncategorized

Look Again

So yellow the yellowness

So black the polka dots

So green the  mowed lawn

One beetle per blossom

Each six bright spots.

I was struck by the sunny dandelions in the lawn and stooped to admire their  delicate unfurling petals. Nestled in the first one was a pretty ladybug. I looked at another, and another, and each one had a pretty beetle in it. I looked up the unusual form for the ladybug and learned that it’s actually a cucumber beetle, and unlike a ladybug, it’s a pest. It’s still marvelous…

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