Poetry Prompt

No More Hot Fun in the Summertime

But I won’t sweat it, won’t forget past seasons in the sun

Winter here in the deep south Hemisphere hibernating In safety cogitating Covid-19 not abating Eternally waiting Lies and platitudes Grating on cheesy smiles And wait-a-whiles

Hints of Spring emerge A bee, two hornets on the wing Birds kiss every season sing Fly and surge Beyond the mountains Free to travel where they please

I’m stuck on gravel road leads nowhere Except to shop With mask No way to bask on beaches As summer reaches our shores

No more Carefree What a bummer

But there’s benefit in being my age If this summer still encaged Can dissipate frustration, rage As memory’s thumb turns back the pages On 69 summers I’ve engaged in

The coming summer won’t be missed As we talk and reminisce Of past adventures in the sun We remember every one Beaches, mountains Happy days Camping in the summer haze Healthy tans proudly displayed Nothing can take those times away

As we revel in the bliss Future for now a dark abyss Light up the past with gentle kiss When still in love, nothing’s amiss

Thanks to Sherry McGuinn for hooking me in with the Summertime prompt:

And to Joe Luca for the reminder:

With a special mention to the intrepid instigator Marla Bishop.