Sunlight
beats at the window
A fan swirls hot air
Beads of sweat
gradually form on my skin
unwelcome humidity challenges
anything crispy
This season has lost its romance
Summer
needs to leave
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Sunlight
beats at the window
A fan swirls hot air
Beads of sweat
gradually form on my skin
unwelcome humidity challenges
anything crispy
This season has lost its romance
Summer
needs to leave
“This season has lost its romance” is a key insight. Everything feels idyllic until the discomfort and oppression of the heat kick in. So true!
I love Summer but hate humidity so this definitely sits with me.