July 13, 2009 - Poetry

Where has the summer gone?

I woke up in a cool pre-dawn

shivering under summer sheets

with cold head, hands, & feets.

As I warmed my fingers & toes

& thawed out my frozen nose

I thought of hot past lovers

who'd kept me warm under the covers.

I began the early autumn-like day

wondering where the summer had gone to stay,

everyone likes a vacation

for well earned relaxation,

but, we're talking about a season

that's fled without reason

& time off's not allowed;

maybe Mather Nature's cowed.

What has happened to the warm?

Why this continuous storm?

P'raps it's like Monty Python said

before the shows were dead,

spring & summer have been skipped

& autumn has been slipped

into their prime position

like a corporate aquisition.

Ah, me, & ah well,

it's just a spell

let's make the most of it

but not make a toast to it.

At least the sun has returned

& the storms were burned

& quickly chased away

so tanners could baste away.

But, where has the summer gone?

I wake up in a constantly cool pre-dawn

shivering under summer sheets

with cold head, hands, & feets.

As I warm my stiff fingers & toes

& thaw out my frozen nose

I think of hot past lovers

who'd kept me warm under the covers.