#triolet #poetry #French
Uncomfortable in the rising heat.
Fans are a constant whirring noise.
Cool mats for cats, with paws so neat,
Uncomfortable in the rising heat.
No covers on the bed - not even a sheet.
Cool drinks, ice melting are little joys,
Uncomfortable in the rising heat.
Fans are a constant whirring noise.
Will we remember in winter's cold,
These summer heatwaves - now five?
Or will it just be a story once told?
Will we remember in winter's cold,
Will it be a memory - hard to hold?
Or here and now just glad to be alive.
Will we remember in winter's cold,
These summer heatwaves - now five?
Ā©š¦VixenOfVerse,Ā 2026

