Monday, March 18, 2013

Getting Hot

Shingle-shimmer summer
sometimes oozes in;
-not this year-
he broke the door down,
drove weak-willed winter from the land,
and shoved softhearted spring aside
with no apology.

The too-tame tulips took a hit,
we salvaged what we could;
zipped them up
and gave them
an artificial Amsterdam
in the freezer for a while.

We hunker down here
grit our teeth
in anticipation of June, July,
and August, oh August,
where God draws a hot bath for the desert
and we are rewarded  for our patience
with sweet rain and
creosote blossoms (did you know? they do)

And afterwards,
September
comes
slowly
and
just
won't
leave.

And the vicissitudes of October
bait and switch the fall
for a bit more summer
until at last,
it cools,
in sweet November
we remember
why we love and live in
Arizona.

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