Waiting for Rain
In the midst of this heatwave,
My cats are drinking ice water
And I’m keeping all windows and blinds closed.
It makes it darker. It makes it cozier.
And it makes it almost okay to listen to
What I call “Autumn” music:
Those tunes by Diana Krall and Harry Connick, Jr.
That bring to mind Autumn in New York
Crisp leaves, caramel apples, and Central Park.
In the midst of this heatwave,
Dot is far away
Camping in the Sierras
And sending daily reports
of amazing photos and adventures
That don’t involve heat stroke.
In the midst of this heatwave,
The house is still getting clean
and organized
But not as fast as I’d like.
I’m watching more television
than usual
and I’m now caught up
on the junk they call “news”.
My checkbook is balanced
but the paperwork is scattered
And I think I’ll get more done
at midnight
when it finally cools down
to a balmy 85 degrees
But that is finally when
the cats and I
decide
to fall asleep
And dream
of cooler days.
First Morning
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
I loved your post! The heat wave has finally abated here in the Ohio Valley. Man, what a summer. Our air conditioner has gotten a brutal workout!
Lynda Schrader recently posted..Connect
Thank you. Lynda. Yes, it’s been a horrid heat all across the nation this year. Stay cool!
Like your poem : )
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Thank you… In the Midst of the Heatwave I also lost my desire to write long, involved posts.