Minnows Nip At Bare Toes
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Summer is tethered to the scent of a rose,
and bubbling brooks, where minnows nip at bare toes.
Spring spurs Summertime on, and indeed, it shows;
freeing the rivers and lakes that Winter froze,
while greening the dried grasses of the meadows.
Summer's sizzling hot sun shines brightly 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 green apples picked from wild apple trees,
while playing outdoor games, and skinning their knees.
Dreading the thought that Winter will reappear,
I believe 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.
Autumn shifts my metabolism to low gear:
and I find myself wishing Summer would stay.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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