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Un-Ode to the Summer

Because you give me burns in my thighs.

By Adriana MPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Un-Ode to the Summer
Photo by Tarikul Raana on Unsplash

Oh dire Summer, you force me to write.

How I hate the way your light dusts and heats

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about wet sticky streets

Here I compare you to a dried prune

You are but sweaty, tiring, and nagging.

Great heat toasts the green frolics of June

And hot summertime have my feet slagging

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.

I hate your prodding and wavy warm

Thinking of your heat fills my days.

My hate for you is the flagging sandstorm.

Now I must away with a dicky heart

Remember my words whilst we’re apart

nature poetry

About the Creator

Adriana M

Neuroscientist, writer, renaissance woman .

instagram: @kindmindedadri

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