Saturday, August 2, 2025

Sensual Summer

 

Summer’s heat caresses my arms: 

tensions fade away. 

Soft cool breezes soothe my soul.

I listen to the whispers in the wind,

A dove coos raising my hopes

of a breezy, drowsy day.


Here comes humidity, 

that unloved companion of Summer’s warmth:  

humidity bouncing on my chest 

like an obese pup wanting to be loved.

I can’t leave the heat, 

I’m embraced by the warmth,

 but the humidity’s weight . . .


I am stirred to action:

the chubby puppy  is jumping on my chest, licking my face——

humidity is out of control—-

Must retreat


Stepping inside my cool apartment 

My fortress protects me from that damp assault. . .



But I still crave the warmth of summer’s touch.

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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.