Minnows Nip At Bare Toes
Summer is tethered to the scent of a rose,
and bubbling brooks, where minnows nip at bare toes.
Spring urges Summer on, and indeed, it shows;
freeing the rivers and lakes that Winter froze,
while greening the dried grasses of the meadows.
A sizzling hot Summer sun shines down all day,
warming swimming pools where children splash and play.
And, bronzes with an ultraviolet ray,
as folks flock to sandy beaches, come what may.
Children launch paper kites on a rising breeze;
and eat apples picked from wild crabapple trees,
while playing outdoor games, and skinning their knees.
Dreading the thought that Winter will reappear,
I find that Summer is the best time of year.
I'll choose Summer over Winter any day!
I hate the cold, frozen feet, and runny nose;
as well as shoveling snow from the driveway,
I'd rather swelter in Summer's heat than freeze.
Fall shifts my metabolism into low gear
till I find myself wishing Summer would stay.
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