I Am Tired

I am tired of summer. Loose outside, summer leaves me. Outside and indoor I sweat like a fish. I cannot wait when winter comes. Winter knocks at my door, And my windows tight I bolt. Doors fastened for change I need, Craving to stay indoor as it was lockdown; Lockdown due to a virus. Neither winter, nor summer Can satisfy men and women. Woman cooks food, I need to drink. A drink she offers, I want to slumber. All the three available, the desire changes. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile