Humidity for the Soul

Inspired by taking a trip back to my humid home state.

Laughter is the Humidity,
That Soaks in the skin,
Been so Parched and sickly,
In the thin air of the Mountains.

Thank you to the Smiles,
That Infect your faces,
Hope they stay for awhile,
And spread multiple cases.

My soul aches for the Joy,
From the banter of Friends,
This Luxury Light is a toy,
Please package and send.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this one also...reminds me of John Denver..."Rocky Mountain high in Colorado"
and the idea of laughter...so important, it has soaked my skin and my sense of humor has saved me multiple times....
as have my really close friends.
thanks for that reminder...now let me pat the sweat off of my forehead.
j.

[VelvetPotato]

Thanks for your review, J! It is a privilege. And I love that song.

[R.E. Ray]

I lived in southeast Georgia for 15 years, and your poem took me back to those wonderful days. So much to enjoy in the heat, humidity and constant green. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[VelvetPotato]

Thank you for your input! Being back in Missouri, even though imperfect, is comforting.