cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Recycling

My AC is broken, not cycling cool air
On this monstrously hot day
Sweat doesn’t cool but reminds me
I’ve a talent to reclaim

Long hot southern summers
With no air conditioning.
A back yard with pecan trees
Taught me how to catch breezes.

I sat by a window not moving a muscle
Getting lost in book-reading
Words were my magic carpet
FanningĀ  air as it flew.

Today by my window
Oak tree leaves transport me
A slight wind brings coolness
Settling round my feet.

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Haiku: Recycling Energy

A little brown box
Arrived at my door smiling
Oh goodie! it’s here

Got scissors unwrapped
The new book that I ordered
I’ll have a good read

But first a duty
For healthy environment
I must recycle

Cutting with scissors
Dismembering brown cardboard
Workout for muscles

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