The days have gotten warmer.
The sun is shining brighter.
It’s too hot to leave the windows
closed and insulated.
After I free the windows of
the insulation, open them,
and pull down the screens,
the rooms begin to breath in
the invigorating fresh air, and
my skin and mind revel in
that fresh air feeling that
I had almost forgotten about.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, retired and enjoying a reclusive, solo, ever seeking knowledge life. Most of my poems are fictional, some are not like poems about women persecuted as witches and burned or hung to death. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Bigfoot, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Past Love, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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