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Indoors listening to long, persistent sighs,

Cool breeze brushes goose eggs over my canvas.

Stepping outdoors into the tanning spa,

A layer of moisture shrouds the canvas.

 

Under the sunlight, a fire stoked within

Rising to drip clear lava from my canvas.

I brush my canvas, begging for a breeze,

Can’t feel it and am forced to dive within.

 

Into the Arctic, I stand on solid ice,

Feeling shivers rise up within my body.

I stare into the sunlight shining down,

Letting all feelings unite and balance.

 

At dVerse, we were encouraged to write about temperature. Listening to my vents sing inspired me to write about my battle with Summer’s heat. Sometimes imagination wins over reality.