Poem 94


It’s hot up here

Humidity is wet

Sticky, clinging


I want a cool clime

Where I can snuggle up

Inside a rug

With a warm drink

My bestest of friends

Together as one.

And smile knowing

Back home they

Swelter, sweat,

Whinge and complain,

Every fan working overtime

The air con chugging away.

But we won’t care

For you will warm me

Hold me close

How lucky am I.

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45 Responses to Poem 94

  1. Such a “warm” poem for this cold winter day. Thanks for sharing 🙂

  2. JackieP says:

    Nice warm cozy poem Michael. It’s -7C here. A bit nippy.

  3. Nice and warm. In need of air condition. Flip it to 19 degrees. 🙂 I’m bundled up in a sweater. A sweet poem.

  4. RoSy says:

    Not sure cuddling up with anyone would warm me up right now. It’s -21C & the windchill is quite nasty.
    I like the warmth of your poem though. 😉

  5. such a lovely write and so true about our Air-Cons chugging away – we have 39C today 😦 at least the washing dries… inside a rug ~ warm drink ~ as one – lovely Michael. Stay cool!

  6. Perfect antidote for the current surfeit of heat in Australian weather!! 🙂 🙂

  7. This was great….makes me long for the warm…WARM days. It was 70 degrees (F) on Sunday. Then 28 degrees today 😦
    But at least we live in the warmer part of the US. I am not complaining!

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