warm wet…fever

it’s that time
of year when
spring swoops in

warm

breezes that smell
of musk and life
simmering just
below the loam

wet

air that makes me wish
i’d worn less today
my skin sweating from
the heat, my core
on fire with fever

~kat

Another Cadae. I love this poetry form! The weather wtoday is quite balmy. A calm before a storm heading our way. As I type hornets that have roused from their boroughs are swirling around me with their incessant buzzing. I’m sure they are just as happy as me that spring is ever near, but they add a bit of drama to my attempt to soak in the sun and rest for a spell. 🙄