Hello my lovely readers
To anyone in the UK, or anywhere else in the Northern Hemisphere, tonight's entry will read as very much unseasonal. However, as I'm in the Southern, it'll hopefully make sense. We spent the day out with yet more childhood friends, it was very hot, and my body loved it.
29th December 2019
This sonnet is in homage to the heat
and how it makes my muscles all relax
because I've been reminded nothing beats
the warmth to lessen spasms and their tax.
It helps me move about in ways which, frankly,
are nigh upon impossible in cold.
I easily find daily things for thanks here
because my body feels much less old.
I know in terms of age I'm in my twenties
and therefore have the joy of being young
but, whilst I'm always grateful for that plenty,
in winter all the days seem very long.
When I am chilled I wish to hibernate
but, when I'm warm, I want to celebrate.
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