These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Fan

The breezes blow as the days grow warm.
The sound a strongish hum.
Protecting from the heat and harm,
reducing temps, now, some.

A "white noise" background for this eve
the fan proves rather large.
Some birds still chirp. No need to leave,
though whirring's like a barge.

A gift, I'm able still to sit
outside to write this post.
Without the fan, I'd need to quit
for heat's discomfort most.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 18th, 2024