English Summer

Summer

Is just a bummer

In this God forsaken place.

Damp and cold

It’s really a disgrace.

But when the sun appears, so briefly, sharing warmth,

The flowers bloom

The children sing

As birds fly through the light

And grateful sky.

Steaming plants

Evaporate the bitterness of endless rainfall

And for a while

The world spins as it should.

Until the cold returns

With wind and rain

And threats of worse to come

A few short days,

Or weeks at most

Of English summer

It’s such a bummer!