The desert has the eyes of hawks
Soaring wild and free
Hills painted with russet tones
Were once under the sea
The ocean floor is full of life
Cactus coral reefs
Mesquite flow with the currents
There is no change of leaf
In autumn nor in winter
There is no hint of fall
But many snowbirds come to roost
You can barely count them all!
Sometimes there is a dusting
Of slight, faint hearted snow
The mountains have a powder
With sun it quickly goes
Springtime brings more color
The Palo Verde yellow floes
Wildflowers in riot
And the subtle cactus rose
But summer? Ah, the summer!
Before the monsoon rain
Though we'll never get that much of it
No. Never much again.
The summer! Ah, the summer.
The desert's but a drum
For the beating incantation
Of a punishing, bright sun!
Not many stay in Tucson
When that drum does beat
Not many can handle it
The brutal desert heat!
That's where you get your sea legs
Under the pressing burn
If you can handle August
You're at the point of no return!
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(c) 8/14/2016
Summers in Tucson or not for the faint-hearted. The house where we live has no air conditioning. We have a swamp box cooler. It's relatively cool when it's dry, but it's very muggy when it rains. This summer has been miserable. We've had a lot of wet weather. I'm sorry to complain, but I can't wait for the fall!
Part of the reason I haven't been on site, and I've been struggling, is due to this weather. The afternoon is time for sleeping. I've been sleeping quite a bit actually when I'm not looking after my folks.
Fall is right around the corner... Bring on (Rock)tober