your grey haze casts over us
for what feels like everyday, all the time.
you make the neighborhood’s colored houses a little brighter
and the occasional tree or flower patch a little more vibrant.
your absence ensures every city-dweller to never take blue skies for granted–
pale skin absorbing golden rays,
no longer concealed by sweaters and scarves and coats.
lazy quiet afternoons hidden indoors are a necessity with you,
which are best accompanied by
a warm baking oven and thoughts scribbled along lined paper.
You’re sluggish and muggy,
but you make a sourdough grilled cheese taste like heaven.
with love,
olivia
