Summer
Summer doesn't
make my nose cold.
It never makes me get up in the
middle of the night to
stoke the stove.
Summer never bosses me 'round
when I want to go outside....
no infernal holler'n at me to
put on a coat or gloves....
Summer just doesn't care.
Summer welcomes me to
prance and
dance and do cartwheels in it's moonlight.
Summer is a poet.
Of all the seasons,
Summer is the one that knows
how to share.
©Naomi Marshall 2017
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