Stupid Summerses

Part of the reason I love the Pacific Northwest is the scenery, which includes the grey gloom that tends to shroud the place most of the year. Except for two weeks during the summer when the weather patterns from the Louisiana Bayou mix with the heat fronts from the Arizona desert and make their way northward to the Puget Sound.  Man, I hate summer. But H.D. said it best.

Heat

H. D.

O wind, rend open the heat,
Cut apart the heat,
Rend it to tatters.


Fruit cannot drop
Through this thick air --
Fruit cannot fall into heat
That presses up and blunts
The points of pears
And rounds the grapes.


Cut the heat --
Plough through it,
Turning it on either side
Of your path.