Summer, you say

 

 

The heat, I complain,

Sitting cocooned within,

Overlooked passed wintry chill

What is with this summer

I throw a resigned sigh

 

Forgotten are the beach trips,

The ice creams and vacations,

Long gone are the lazy days,

Waiting to begin anew

I just annoyingly bustle .

 

The hues of wildflowers,

Chirps of the night crickets,

The dried brown grass

And the long bright days.

Uncaring, I whirr the AC on.