I Miss the Sun

I Miss the Sun

On rain-dark days

I miss the slant of sunlight,

melting its butter

on the hardwood floor,

in the places the cat likes to sleep.

After days and days

of cold and damp,

I forget the light’s still here;

well, up there, above the clouds

just twiddling its thumbs.

And forget,

after days and days

of sun and heat,

I’ll be moaning for the rain.

Words and photo copyright 2011-2013 Carol Steel.

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.