I’ve been playing with writing a poem for each month of the year. I know it’s only June, but it is too hot to write a poem right now…..so here’s the one I wrote last year about July:
I welcome a cool breeze this morning
arriving at my open door and
making itself at home in rooms
heavy with the heat of yesterday.
A few drops of rain have fallen
to bless the parched earth
and they whisper a promise
of more to come, although
the dry ground scarcely hopes.
For now, the blessing of an overcast sky is enough
a respite from scorching sun and enervating heat.