Sweet Tea Moments, Mint Leaf Memories

The more things change....

Sweet tea afternoon hours into evening. We
sprawl wilted against sticky slats
on the old porch swing,
feeling flaky bits of peeling yellow paint
stick to sweaty shoulder blades.
Splashing humidity hangs damp
coating the exhausted roses
clinging weakly to porch rails.
Fireflies dance
as the last promise of painted sky
settles in to night. Family song
of gentle goodnight murmurings
as children slip off
to cool clothesline-fresh dreamings.
Some things never change.






poetry prompt using the words:humidity hours change family dance last promise splashing