Days are long;
the sun is hot.
Everyone vies
for shady spots.

Bugs and flies
circle heads.
Sweaty bodies
take to beds.

A pool or sea’s
the place to be
With layers of sunscreen
basting me.

Patiently we wait
for night
When heat abates
and mozzies bite.

Welcome to the new year in our Gregorian calendar (there are over 80 different kinds
of calendars!).
Living in the Southern Hemisphere challenges most pieces of seasonal writing
(which celebrate by expounding on cold temperatures, snow, short days and toasty fires).
It is difficult to find a poem about January which looks like the current scene outside
my window. So, I wrote one. Happy (HOT) New Year.