humidity

The humidity falls around me
Like the branches of a weeping willow tree,
Encircling, sweet in their sorrow.
There's a thickness to the air
Like I could hold it there
And wrap it around myself.

The end of your slumber,
Winter is over,
And everything seems somehow full.
The air and the trees,
Summer drifts back to sleep.
A blanket of steam and not snow.