Ah summer-time!.
How warm, how right.
How tough it is
To sleep at night.
How hard to dodge
What’s passing by:
July sale ad,
Mosquito, fly.
How to evade
All picnic food;
How ever find.
A working mood.
I find I am
A bit dismayed for
The summer which
All year I prayed for.
It’s true, it seems,
I like it hot
In January
When it’s not.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 23, 1952
