It has, as usual, been an odd year weatherwise -- botanists have cited the overwarm spring for bringing saguaro to bloom earlier than usual, and for longer. I don't know whether the weather can be blamed as well for mesquites and acacias dropping their drying seedpods a few weeks before their usual time.
Under mesquite trees,I'm pretty sure, however, the heat can be blamed for cicadas waking up early.
pods scattered on the sidewalk
crunch beneath my feet --
crackles more satisfying
than walking through autumn leaves.
In the row of oaksBeyond a doubt, the heavy wildfires are due to the drought, and the heat, and the winds. Every few days, the distant scent of burning pines reaches the city, from some new fire.
outside an office building,
a matinee performance
of the great zerEEEEEE Chorus.
Backlit by sunset,But then, it wouldn't be high summer without cicadas screeing in scathing heat. Or scattered clouds loitering like bored kids over the distant mountain ranges. Or this slowly rising humidity that keeps nights from really cooling off. Soon, the monsoon thunderstorms will arrive.
a plume of wildfire smoke
glows gold and purple --
thousands of acres burnt to
a ribbon across the sky.