Poetry Blogs (spring heat)
Why Do They Call You Summer?
Why Do They Call You Summer?
Why do they call you summer
When your name is April?
Your fragrant scent of early roses
Permeates the room
And sunlight cuts across
The blue Axminster carpet
Bleaching the swirling dust
And warms tables to the touch.
I long for your cool hands
Across my fevered brow
But all you give me
Is clammy, blanketing heat.
I ...
Friday 26th April 2019 12:00 am
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