Of Buzzing and flying..

Wiggling my toes in socks, but the winter's over,
Little tingles running, it's too hot now.
Yet the fan blowing too fast cools down faster.
Faster than in the months to come.

Quietly it creeps up, then unleashes a buzz,
In my ears an explosion of white noise.
Flapping like a madman, I beat away the first,
The first mosquito of many to come.

Having nothing better to do, I sit and stare,
At this screen, and type away nonsense .
To while away the time, to scatter thoughts,
Unbidden and unwanted they catch me unawares.

The mosquito was a welcome change, buzzing away.
But changes last only a while, and the cool night,
It gives way to the hot and humid day.
Where my collar sticks to my neck, itching.

Such is the start to this summer, as always.
Comes with the promise of new feelings,
Lying in its premise of a new start,
But deceiving.. as ever.. unchanging.