Her humid heat gone,
My lips crack in dry, cold air.
I wrap myself
In blankets near the fireplace
And weep ’til her return.
This was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #113, in which no synonyms were required!
Y’all, I can’t express how much I love summer. So many people were all ‘PSL!’ when fall came, and now everyone’s happy about winter. So this tanka is about summer and the change from a quick fall to winter.