I miss the southern serenade,
of cicadas where
the overnight heat
is like dark chocolate;
dense,
intense,
wrapping warm arms
around you;
holding you close....
"Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him." Psalm 34:8 My poetry on this site is personally honest - but hopefully its heart is that of Him. The poems are labeled with the four season names - summer, spring, fall, winter, in keeping with the emotion - you may wish to only visit the expression you feel you want at this time. May these writings support you on your journey. Blessings as you read....
Life without A/C...I'm getting a flashback on that right now.
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