A poem for those hot summer morning walks, when the only things worth walking for are beauty and breezes.
When the sun hides beneath a blanket of clouds and the muggy air squeezes the breath from my chest I look for a breeze anywhere anyhow as heat seems to rise from the cracks of the earth I don't care what the calendar says summer arrived ages ago and even though I'm melting like an ice cream cone I'll look for the beauty I know will be found
