Ode to Summer

Ah, summer! How is it that thou art so cruel,
To come with such heat, to take away cool
weather forever—or at least up until
the winter doth steal in with all of its chill?

Yet still do I love thee, for all of your art!
Shall I count all the ways
Thou hast ravished my heart?
With ice cream and beach trips and long, lazy days.
With laughter and friends, and a deep golden haze
on Sundays, and afternoons (before evening draws nigh
and the stars take their place in the dome of the sky).

So will I forgive thee! So will I proclaim
That Summer is gorgeous and not to be blamed
for the terrible heat, the oven-like baking
That covers the land in a cursed forsaking
of all that is holy—but it's not Summer's fault
that the world in general to Hades has shot!
Yes, the heat may be dire, but there are plenty of perks
so I'll say once more, "I love thee"—

and now I'll get back to work.

(c)2006 grackyfrogg