Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Summer Whine



Summer Whine

Breathe in lavender
and roses, impossible
with a summer cold.

Sun kisses my skin;
comfort, caress and healing
for fever and ache.

Summer day singing,
leaves chat with the breeze.  I cough,
cough as chipmunks chirr.

I want to exchange:
tissues, lozenges and sneezes
for margaritas.

I want to breathe in summer,
be well and be well.
This is not an earth-moving poem but one which is reflective of my whiny state, of having a summer cold for the second time this summer.   I dream of being well again and enjoying the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of summer, and of writing better when my head is clear.

3 comments:

Carol Steel 5050 said...

I guess it isn't likely a cold...perhaps just allergies to ragweed...perhaps. Just as miserable.

Crafty Green Poet said...

summer colds and hayfever are miserable, hope you feel better soon!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Thanks CGP,

I am feeling a bit better. Working outside in my yard is helping. Maybe I'll sweat the cold out or make the allergies worse...who knows?