Heat bakes off the pavement.

The fierce sun presses on my bare shoulders,

leaving rosy kisses that will darken tomorrow.

I yearn for the springs.

The frigid plunge shocks me

every time. The water of deep

teal swirls around me,

providing a cooling refuge.

The turquoise liquid sparkles

with white fractals of the sun.

I allow the warmth of her light

to war with the cold encapsulating me.

I begin to go numb, so I

say a wistful farewell

to the sweet water of the springs.

 I carry the chill in my bones all day.

Heat bakes off the pavement.

The fierce sun presses on my bare shoulders,

leaving rosy kisses that will darken tomorrow.

I yearn for the springs.