I think I was trying to express some sort of oddness to the late transition into summer.
We’ve had a few warm days so far, but there has been quite a bit of rain and pants have been comfortable apparel. Whilst not unwelcome, this feels rather odd.
Anyway, this is a rather ho hum poem.
I hope you enjoy.
A dry warmth surrounds
Leaving little room for cool
That can only be found
In the shadows avoiding the sun
This heat is normally familiar
Though this time it is shy
It has been absent
Rain and cool has filled the void
Perhaps it will now assert itself
As the main grip
On the coming months
Though it remains to be seen