It has been quite a trip-- very challenging in the ways I expected (and I won't deny a deep sadness that goes with that), but wonderful, too. I think something is happening here... there is a turning point that has little to do with me and everything to do with students. It is amazing to see. Meanwhile...
Central Texas is an oven. Let's haiku about hot days today.
Here is mine:
Minnesota home,
A verdant garden, but here
The ground cracks in pain.
Now it is your turn! You can also haiku about cocktails, taverns, or pants. Just use the 5/7/5 format, more or less (no one really counts)...
Sky Ranch camp, Denton,
ReplyDeletechocolate on my candy bar
melted by the heat.
No one really counts?! Really? I do. Just call me the haiku enforcement patrol.
ReplyDeleteI can't make salsa.
Cutting the hot peppers, then
rubbing my eyes - ouch!
Sticky kids stuck to
Me like velcro. I just need
Some space and a bath.
Triple digit heat
ReplyDeleteTempers flare, words are too sharp
Where is the relief?
@Carrie.: I count, too. I will be your assistant deputy.
ReplyDeleteHeat and light within
ReplyDeleteBut with it comes a danger
A match. Moth to flame.
Gorgonzola melts
ReplyDeleteAll over my lemon tart
Gross reality.
Sweat trickles slowly,
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and endless summer.
I dare to wear pants
ReplyDeleteAs I wander through taverns
Drinking my cocktails.
But it is so hot
The ice in my cocktail melts
So I wear a skirt.
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ReplyDeletethe summer question
ReplyDeletewhich is more miserable
lawn or the chow-chow
It isn't the heat
ReplyDeleteBut humidity..."shared sweat"
SOUTHEAST TEXAS RULES!!!!
No rain. No rain. None.
ReplyDeleteCattle are slaughtered early.
Nothing grows at all.
The kids are praying
ReplyDeletefor raindrops. Please, honor their
heartfelt prayers, dear Lord.
No global warming?
ReplyDeleteDesertification creep
Belies Perry's words.
Bob
She prefers dry heat.
ReplyDeleteHe hates the humidity.
So many love fall.
They so love the fall,
just to wait for spring, and then
It's hot, hot again.
I rather like heat.
All the skin, cool drinks, faces
flush summer fever.
Cracks open like lips
ReplyDeletethirsty, parched, A cloud drifts
No relief in sight
Dali's surreal sight--
ReplyDeleteReal.Time under sun wave melts.
Sere bones scrape cracked crutch.
Curls limp,stick to neck.
Gimme gulps of water now!
Crave ice,taste dustfire.
Mom froze a bleach jug
ReplyDeleteFull of water.We weeded beans
Scorch-talc of grit-wind.
114 in shade
Rootbeer Koolaid.In muddy
Ditch laid.Kid-frogs' aid.
Surface of the sun
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Waco, Tejas, por Dios!
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ReplyDeleteThree-digit weather
ReplyDeleteDuring the race, I'm only
Partially conscious.
Bears win. Bears win. Bears
ReplyDeleteWin. Bears win. Bears win. Bears win.
Bears win. Bears win. Hot.
Their Rector drinks Cosmos,
ReplyDeleteEven though some count them girly--
It's Good to be Chief.
Green pants with green frogs
State gauche on any occasion
The cleaners has his kilt.
The sun could fry steak
ReplyDeleteOn blackhot asphalt.Wrists brush--
Now,they ignore degrees.
Sauvignon iced,swirls
Down my veins,no push,no shove.
Only mellow dame.