Let’s hope
By Fiona Cummings
Summer is lost
Waking up to frost
The greenery is moss
Brown is the grass
From winds of winters
Stormy blizzards
Where are our summers
Are they hiding?
Through clouds their fighting
On raindrops their riding
The sun is sleeping
Warmth is creeping
Our skies are weeping
Nights are shivering
The moon
illuminates waters glistering
Summer canvases are
blistering
We wrap a shawl around our shoulders
Strike a match to the ambers
This is madness, it’s not December
Fills me with sadness, heat? I can’t remember
A walk along a sandy beach
Summer sounds are hard to reach
Anti-sunbathing no longer we preach
We need the sun for our sanity
Forever winters are such a tragedy
But we have no choice
Apart from travel to warmer climates
Where the air is moist
And the temperatures are at their highest
What do we do?
Dream of skies so blue
A beautiful meadow
With rays so yellow
And feelings so mellow
We can all dream
Of that summer days stream
Where babbling brooks
Flow gently through the narrow crooks
Of broken rocks
And grey brown rocks
Where farmers fields
Have herds of flocks
Where rain is just showers
And fragrant flowers
Frame bumblebees
Where we take shade, from leafy trees
But this is a dream for now
As summer is lost
Why and how?
We just don’t know
We haven’t seen sun
And its time again for snow
Lets hope the season will show?
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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