The whirring blades <br />of an old ceiling fan <br />brings soothing night air <br />to my easy chair... <br />and thoughts of them. <br /> <br />In moonlit fields <br />of the mind, <br />two young lovers, <br />in a blur of emotions <br />trying to cool down <br />the heat of passion. <br /> <br />Warm memories, <br />other cool comforts, <br />come smiling back <br />from younger days; <br />other hot summers.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hot-summers/
