Summer
Some say that Texas is unbearable in summer;
but I say, that one must offer some small sacrifice to the Sun Gods,
in order to bear witness to the beauty of the season.
Red and yellow and bronze and gold,
all have their place on this summer palette so bold,
that even the fiercest of Ra’s demons
could not dispel the radiance that emanates from the Artist’s brush.
As the emerald canvas fades to brown,
the days will mercifully grow shorter, and cooler,
until once again God’s festive palette bursts forth with the shades of Autumn.
Some say that Texas is unbearable in summer;
but I say, grab a glass of sweet tea
and sit in the shade of your favorite tree,
and bear witness to what may be,
the most wonderful season of the year.
Summer.
by Harold Burke, 2013
Embracing the 107F (41C) day today and triple-digit day in the fourteen days to come –not to mention triple-digit day in the past 9 days– I ponder upon a poem that my husband wrote in summer 2013.
The Forlorn Boat – A breezy morning by the creek, 2015
A view of the pond in a steamy-hot and still August evening
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The poem was published in County Line Magazine, July/August 2013 issue, accompanied by my photograph, The Forlorn Boat
The Forlorn Boat – Golden Sunset, 2013
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August 2015 observation and forecast for Edgewood, Texas
The beauty of August in East Texas.
Photographs © 2015 Ine Burke | inegaleri.com
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