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.
