a hot wind blows out of the west
from whence comes summer storms
storm tossed muddy waters of an inland sea
the bamboo screen lifts repeated like a coquette with a busy skirt
a flirting skirt like that fiercly yellow hibiscus that caught my eye the other day.
a frenetic florid dance of spring building to a runner's pace
rushing to that finish line known as summer
where all is languid once more
and all the flower are hot house flowers
only they are not fragile here
as Florida is a hot house in summer
the whole darn state.
moonwoman
Just popping in for a cup of coffee. This poem is precisely why I lasted only 1 year of teaching in Florida and South Carolina. When I'm sweating at 6:30 a.m. just going from my home to my car, then I have no energy to do much else. I just am more productive in the cold north!
Nope, Florida and Hawaii are places for me to only visit while on vacation! Maybe I'll rethink this as I get older though. We now have permanent snow for the next 4 months +. I love it!