Summer wears her heart on her sleeve.
Her false smiles and beguiling ways
encourages all to believe
that she is available to play flirtatious games.
But, know that Summer will always have her way.
She drags us away from kitchens, desks
and comfy chairs out into her garden on display.
She allows us to become more aware
of her silken charms directed our way.
Droughts and cloudbursts,
sun that brightens and burns our skin,
Allergens and particulates that settle within
make it hard to breathe in her presence.
Her insects sting and guilelessly bite
while Summer’s flower-perfumed essence
awakens and entreats our most intimate senses.
It would be so easy to love Summer. She puts us to the test
against Autumn, Winter and Spring as to whom we love best.
Summer has become a little too free for me.
I prefer a season who holds back her charms
and grants me shy glimpses which raise no alarms.
As Earth heats Summer’s gaze, subtlety fades away.
Summer has become almost too bold,
too sure of her dominance, too unsafe
to simply play our Summers away.
annarino writes 