So Fresh

A poem

Photo from author’s collection

So fresh is the breeze now, after a storm
strange how humidity hangs in the air
for formidable fatiguing weeks of heat unknown
now we feel free, fresh, to laugh at the sun

I smiled, though heavy humid hours wore me down
every effort exhausted energy, tiring too much
yet now light is the work, delight in the day
warm winds come ashore, grazing my garden


By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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