midland idle summer

How many summers,
Drinking deep of sun and tea,
Will I pass idly?

The sweat on my brow,
And beading on my cool glass,
Call to mind – Summer!

Children out at play,
Their games, so loud, annoying,
Maybe I’m jealous.

Summer brings to mind,
Nostalgia, heat, and softness,
Like clever lovers.

The futon is cool,
The air is hot and sticky,
When does Autumn come?


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