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Sun Dogs
sun dogs and rainbows
put on a show for skiers
on the empty hill
Sunshine on my Shoulders
NAP TIME
In the shed, a squirrel can hide,
But it’s dark and gloomy,
Warmer days now and I ride,
On the branches, “Zoomie!”
Soon I’m tired of playing games,
Can’t keep up this pace,
Go away ye gents and dames,
While I rest my face.
See my head, it’s hanging down,
Too much work to lift,
No more danger all around,
Off to sleep I drift.
Thankful for my furry tail,
Just like in the nest,
Keeps me warm and without fail,
Sunshine does the rest
The squirrel is in the photos of the woodshed. Do you see him in the top left corner just under the edge of the roof? Over the last of the hoses?
A Glimpse of Sun
A glimpse of sunshine feels so good,
A rarity today,
The breeze is buffeting the clouds,
And begs them, “Go away.”
The wind is messing up my hair,
Can’t get it to look good,
It’s threatening to blow me down,
If I don’t grasp this wood.
But look! The sun is coming up,
It’s bringing warmth and cheer,
And though it’s looking hopeful now,
It won’t last long I fear.
So I’ll just keep on hanging on,
And waiting for a break,
It has to warm up soon I hope,
Just how long can it take?
Heat, Rain, and Rainbows
After weeks of hot, dry weather, the cooler days of autumn are so welcome. The grass that was yellow and breaking off if anyone walked on it, is breathing a huge sigh of relief. With each little rainfall, it has greened up slightly. Now, it is getting a really good soaking as the skies opened up and torrents of water dumped out.
And of course, I ran for the shovel when this rainbow appeared. I’m still looking for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Sunny days are wonderful,
Warmth upon our skin,
All the flowers colourful,
Happy I have been.
But the sun shone every day,
Scorching every leaf,
Who would think we’d ever say,
Soon we’ll need relief.
People smiling through their sweat,
Lied and said, “How nice,”
Still they hoped that rain we’d get,
Even hail or ice.
Yet the sun just shone and shone,
As we watched the sky,
Secret rituals going on,
Rain dance on the sly.
Finally our wish came true,
Heavens opened wide,
Soaking people through and through,
As they ran to hide.
Rainbow glows in every shade,
Colours shining bold,
Hurry! Go and get that spade,
Dig that pot of gold.
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Be Careful What You Wish For
We waited all through the long cold, wet winter and spring for a few sunny days to come our way.
Since the middle of June, the heat and sun have been pretty much relentless. Now, in late August, I’ve learned to be careful what I wish for.
Grass is parched and plants have wilted,
Weather forecasts all sound stilted,
Every living thing has thirst,
How I’d love a good cloudburst.
Hanging baskets wilt and wail,
“Give me water from that pail!”
Sun is great, but heat’s a pain,
Don’t you think it’s time for rain?
I no longer wish for sun
Too much heat is not such fun,
Sunshine scorches all I see,
Moderation is the key.
The Nice Light
At a certain time of the evening, the last rays of the sun paint a golden glow on the tall firs. We call it “the nice light” when that happens. The morning light is similar, but the glow isn’t as warm as the evening light.
Stand tall, fellows, ready then?
Here comes that nice light again.
Soak it up and feel its glow,
Soon enough, cold winds will blow.
Soothing warmth and light for growth,
What good luck to have them both,
Cloudless evenings are the best,
As the sun sinks in the west.
When the cold days come again,
We will stand through wind and rain.
Strength to keep harsh days at bay,
Comes from warming light today.
An Evening Promise
Riled up clouds go lumbering by,
Stirring up unsettled sky,
Wispy, misty moisture passes,
Light diffused upon its masses.
Sun’s last efforts streaming low,
Just before it lets us go,
Into darkness for some hours,
As the clouds spit out their showers.
Promises of warmer rays,
Shining down in coming days,
Though Sun sleeps behind the hill,
It will rise again, it will.
Morning rays revitalize,
More than we can realize,
But for now it says good night,
Telling all of us, “Sleep tight.”
Pink Snow
Whoever said that snow was white
For certain didn’t get it right.
I know in shade it has some blues
And purples adding pretty hues,
It’s sad when snow shows bleeding red,
A little bird may soon be dead,
If dusty specks turn snowflakes black,
Just turn, you’ll find a chimney stack,
Sometimes a doggie has to go,
So never eat the yellow snow,
But early sunrise glowing pink
Makes snow the prettiest, I think.
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