My brain is tired tonight. This heat...I wasn't ready for it. But, then I found myself thinking about it, so here is my very lame poem...the best I have tonight :)
Heat
pounding, searing,
shimmering
Erases
shivering, freezing,
piercing
Restores
giggling, playing
delighting
Summer...Heat
You may feel wilted, but your writing certainly isn't! I find this poem so appealing. You've captured that feeling I get--every time the spring turns really for sure warm and I go outside just to sit in the sun until the last bits of winter frost melts from every bone in my body.
ReplyDeleteMakes the hot worth it. :)