Loons

The house stifles, hot and humid

after days in the wood

reveling in beauty

creation personified

Menopause

a sweltering suffocating pause

if all were stripped away

still I would swoon with the heat

tired eyes slow body

waking nights

no words can contain

nor relieve

I need the air

the cool the breeze

the loon crazy on the lake

like me in this house