Waking up early in monsoon time Dhaka to go out into the hot humid day before it becomes so steamy that walking or jogging is out of the question, I think of my family, already in Denmark for the summer holiday, and look forward to the early morning runs in lovely Amtoft.
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Fresh as melting Ice
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Fresh as melting ice on morning skin
Leaves trembling in slanting light
Foliage bashful quivering
A drop pauses on a leaf tip, breaths in and falls
Reflecting green atmospheres
Fresh as ice across bare skin
Damp wind plays in shrubbery
Wild flowers nod on empty roadside
Crisp crunching of glistening pebbles
Spherical from passing centuries
Fresh as thawing ice on waking skin
Puddles shivering quiet
Rippling reflections of a tiny world
Silence wetly satiated
Fresh as melting ice on tender skin
lovely poem. makes me feel refreshed despite the heat.