Peace and War

Summer’s heat caresses my arms: 

tensions fade away. 

Soft cool breezes soothe my soul.

I listen to the whispers in the wind,

A dove coos raising my hopes

of breezy, drowsy day.

Here comes Humidity, 

that unloved companion of Summer’s warmth:  

Humidity bouncing on my chest 

like an obese pup wanting to be loved.

I can’t leave the heat, I’m embraced by the warmth,

 but Humidity’s weight . . .

I am stirred to action:

the chubby puppy  is jumping on my chest, licking my face——

Humidity is out of control—-

Must retreat

Stepping inside my cool apartment 

My fortress protects me from that damp assault. . .

But I still crave the warmth of summer’s touch.