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Midsummer Nights

Midsummer nights come with humid sighs, Offering little sleep on soggy August nights With cicadas rasping and moths lighting, Where such critters are clearly unwanted In spite of it all, I try to remain undaunted. Me and the bedclothes constantly fighting Up and down, rearranging, turning on lights, Moths are now joined by two pesky flies. written July 13, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/16/2021 7:30:00 AM

I often type in the wee hours of the morning where fruit flies bite me as they head toward the light. This reminded me of that.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/16/2021 8:15:00 AM

Interesting. I've noticed something like little gnats landing on my computer screen at night while I work. I guess they are attracted to the light. They don't bite me, but they are annoying.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/14/2021 8:40:00 AM

I love especially those last three lines!

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 7/15/2021 3:46:00 AM

I have Grand Jury duty today. I slept horrible last night. Couldn’t sleep, problems with my knee. Spring was horrible…lost mom. Now summertime… Perhaps it will be interesting if I can stay awake. Pouring coffee!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/14/2021 10:11:00 AM

I think many people suffer from this summertime malady, Kim. Thanks.

Sotto Poet

Date: 7/13/2021 6:45:00 PM

Intriguing and true lines, we all suffer from mosquitos and moths throughout the summer, especially when combined with humidity.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/13/2021 6:48:00 PM

Thanks so much for your kind and thoughtful comment, Lasaad. Yes, heat and humidity can be dreadful here in Kentucky during late summer.