BrokenEchoes

  The world is waking up from the cold night of winter Redbuds and dogwoods bloom Bringing a streak of cooler days But reminding us of the coming summer Or warning us The hills grow greener each day Grass is growing, causing an intermittent buzz of mowers It harmonizes with the buzz of insects increasing activity They crawl and fly and drone incessantly Birds are singing more and more Snakes and spiders and small mammals awaken and wander Seed are being planted, watered, and cared for Gardens are being planned, prepared, and implemented Warm clothes have been packed away Spring is here and the days are growing longer I thought they were long enough  

  I find the afternoon to be painfully bright And sticky hot I am told that I should enjoy it “It’s a beautiful day” “Finally some good weather” “I’m glad we got us a warm day” But I am sweaty And squinting And surrounded by insects I am miserable and uncomfortable That isn’t what people want to hear Not on days like this “Yes, sir” “I agree” “Mighty fine day” I wonder if there are others like me Suffocating in this summer mask Longing for cooler weather, internally.