Summer Doldrums....

It's here––summer freedom, but then

come the long days of heat, boredom.

What to do now or later or never?

Freedom from some responsibilities,

but not other daily routines that demand

time, diligence and produce monotony.

Oh, if it was only fall, then....I could

be free of these long hot days trapped

with my air conditioner inside the house.

What can I do now or later or never?

Take the gift of time, explore possibilities

develop talents buried by responsibilities.

Open eyes of deadness to see life's

opportunities, realize abilities basking

in boredom––wanting some attention.

Write a poem to release feelings then

realize the value of each season of life

What will I do now or later or never?

Cooling Off...

Last Saturday we had to get out of town and our air conditioned house to see and feel nature's beauty. Since our favorite place Pine Valley mountains has a wildfire and is evacuated, we headed the other direction. Northeast to Virigin, Utah on the way to Zion Park. Then turned left to go to Kolob Reservoir which is about 8000 ft elevation. The drive is gorgeous going through  parts of Zion Park and then into the higher pines and ended up at a small community where many have summer homes. Here's some photos of our day trip. 

We drove through the western part of Zion Park

Love the red rock of Southern Utah

Wildflowers are in bloom all over.

Ah-trees and coolness-78 degrees and a light breeze is wonderful.

Contented cattle grazing

Even a waterfall to gaze at...

Love all the trees and green ness.

Koloa Reservoir, used for irrigation, fishing and boating

Playing with WORDS

from clipart.com

Trying to develop some word skills to improve my poetry. Working on personification. Make a list of verbs, nouns and adjectives then combine them. Try it, it's fun. 

Verbs-slinks, gathers, claims, shouts, desires, announces, Nouns-sun, clouds, rain, thunder, hail, trees Adjectives-thristy, quiet, reflective, outspoken, silent, boisterous

SUMMER SPEAKS

Silent clouds slink quietly

        across the darkened sky.

Thunder announces its arrival

        with outspoken shouts.

Reflective rain gathers courage

        to make its appearance.

Thristy trees anxiously desire

        another storm's onslaught.

Monsoon's hail arrives boisterously

        claiming our attention.

Now you try it and leave your poem or prose in a comment....