Nature seems to stutter on her way.

The day is hot, the air  holds heaviness
Yet golden is the light which is displayed
We stay indoors and try to take a breath

The moisture in the air seems to oppress
Nature often  stutters on  her way.
The day is hot, the air  has heaviness.

Heat disposes men to  display wrath
The car horns hoot, the rage more red  than grey
We stay indoors and try to keep our breath

But in the house I notice there is mess;
The opened books, the phones not put away
The day is hot, the air  has heaviness.

Even so our own home seems to bless
The life we lead and from which we may stray
We stay indoors and try to count our breath

But in the evening, grab a lover grey.
The lion and lamb were masculine,how gay!
The day is hot, the air  has heaviness
We stay indoors with brandy unsurpassed

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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