Still is the morning air
Heavy with silent moisture
Invisible state of being
Suffering no admiration.

Its muggy circumstance
No friend of the tender
Stifling energy willfully
Eagerly depressing and listless

What curse could be
We pray relief directly
Son of Astraeus and Eos
Gentlest of winds

Yet, Boreas appears coldly,
He comes bitter always
Accompanied stubbornly,
His biting demeanor chills.

Footprints in frost frozen
in place they are still
with uneasy eagerness they sit
waiting to dance again.

Come now if you will,
If ****** allows,
Come early if you please
Bring Flora alongside.

With flowers in her hair
soft and wondrous essence
carried in your arms
you’re gentlest of breezes

As I sit in this humid misery
in months you will take flight
I pray your willingness
in late summer dreams.