Wavering heat lays atop the black asphalt
and it rolls
Bending and shaping the hardened tar
Summer hurts your eyes
and your lungs
as scalding warmth is drawn in
You taste the chlorine pools as you walk past them
and feel the thunderstorms forming on the tip of your tongue
It is a mixture of pressure and anticipation
But it is nothing compared to the smell
of someone walking in from being outside
The cool airconditioned air mixed with
the heat
the sweat
like a silvery metallic
and salt.

for once in my life
i am excited for summer
for i will not be forced
to stand in its sweltering heat
instead i will let the sun
burn my shoulders
on my own terms

waking on a summer morn
has always
made me somewhat sad
at least
since I've been grown

foreboding
in the mind
and weighty remnants
of bizarre dreams

coffeemaker
fills my morning
cup
clears my head a bit

but as the day
matures
humidity settles in

the air feels thick and heavy
seems a struggle
for lungs to take it in

you can see
the heat
waving
in ripples
as it rises

in that smoldering heat
some are in their
element

yes
it's true

some do like it hot

not me

I don't enjoy
"sunbaking"

brutal heat is not
my friend

nor is the sun

at least not for long

so close

I know its rays
are more
than pale skin
will stand

and what about
the flora

unless the heavens
bless the earth
with frequent soaking
rain

the heat will be
a strain on
the plants
I dearly love

if I remember
to water thoroughly
when they need
they'll stay green
and lush

but
my wallet's green
will shrink

still

summer has its
good points
and
amusing things to do

ice cream cones
evening drives
picnics at the park

swimming pools
water parks
and just the garden hose
can help
to cool you off

backyard cookouts
fireworks
iced tea and
lemonade

vacation if you
can afford

if not

stay-cation's
the latest thing

maybe best part
of summer
though

is what
is
coming next

those cool
clear
days of autumn
to refresh
the air

renewing
mind
and body
too

Hours turned into days, then weeks and months,
And yet the wooden logs stayed cool.
Abandoned and untouched, isolated from the world.

Suddenly, almost reaching the speed at which the fire has Diminished, a light spark landed in the exact middle of the logs.
Although it hardly changed a thing, it began the Tipping Point.
More and more sparks were shot into the logs,
Starting a small irrelevant fire.
But the sparks kept appearing, and after the months of coolness
Fire was born. Burning larger and larger. Creating heat and warmth. Sending a pleasant smoke with a sweet smelling aroma of cinnamon. The sparks have ended and yet the fire they created
Erupted the fireplace with life. Sweet, warm, cozy life.
That was missed, but never forgotten.
That seemed distant, but always desired.

This fire will burn on.
Regardless of heavy rain or wind.
This fire must burn on.
As it is the only thing keeping me sane.


-FreeMind