These hot July days
don’t feed my spirit or warm
my soul. They just burn me up.
~
Not so long ago,
we lamented winter’s chill
and wished, fervently,
for heat.
These hot July days
don’t feed my spirit or warm
my soul. They just burn me up.
~
Not so long ago,
we lamented winter’s chill
and wished, fervently,
for heat.