Poem: Summer

Most people like summer

They like the sunshine

In fact there's nothing better

And the heat's just fine!

They like the grass to be green

And the sky to be blue

They like the leaves to be green

And the water to be blue

But I must confess

Summer does not agree with me!

That wretched heat is to excess

And the worst of it is the humidity

While most enjoy the summer

With all of it's "charms," they say

I can't help but think it a bummer

To waste three months this way

So if you must: enjoy your solstice

In all of it's drattedness
And I'll enjoy my equinox
No matter if the whole world balks!



By Goldberry