Wilt.

August 28,2014

It’s humid. Can you see it?

That last sentence was a big step for me. Notice it was a question. You do not ask a question unless                  
you are confident you have an audience.

I started this blog with a destination in mind. I want to write for children, and this was recommended
to achieve that goal. You are not a child. It is more difficult for me to share with you. You will
judge me. I dare not miss a comma.

Hiding amongst the greenery, a wisp of Fall is in the air. I’d like to blow it back a bit,
but it won’t stay. A wisp wanders with a will of it’s own.

Humidity clouds my days with wilt and my nights with restlessness.

I admire the late bloomers flourishing in the heat.

I wish I had their sturdy countenance.

It’s their time to shine.

 

Projects

beckon

me with

desire,

but I

walk

sluggishly

by.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now is not my time.
I’ll get to you
later when the breeze
shuffles the
humidity away.

 

 

You are much appreciated. Have a great day!