All a Little Quiet

(I realize this entry sounds rather morose, but I'm actually feeling rather fine... just a tad tired)

Its all a little quiet,
I do apologize.
Nights make it hard to hear,
And bed-bugs do bite.

Wet weather.
Windy wild.
Waves of warmth,
Heath and heather...

Its mid-session -
Teaching full-swing.
Preparing for another conference,
Might have lost some passion.

Another season;
Another chapter.
Another rhyme,
Not much reason.

Just creeping on -
Seeping, lingering.
Wax and wane,
Soon, gone.