You complain of summer
how the days are so hot
you cling to the shade
where mosquitoes en masse
discover the mouthwatering
morsels of your blood
I smile but can’t murmur
agreement acknowledging
winter’s gray days
bone-penetrating cold winds
crying through the night
like banshees
numbing my nose, toes
no birds singing
just the wind and
the scrape of metal shovels
jousting with snow
no, I’d rather remain half-clad
in shorts and tee,
sipping iced beverages
sweat glistened
in a halo of hot sunshine.
end 8/9/2017
Sascha Darlington
written for dVerse, Seeking Some Shade Today
So glad you joined us for this prompt! I enjoy the imagery in your poem…most especially this line
“the scrape of metal shovels
jousting with snow”
which appeals to my eyes and my sense of hearing! Having grown up in the midwest (although we’ve been in Boston since ”97), I’ve jousted with the snow a lot! And once we moved to a condo that included snow removal services, I must share that the very first storm of that season I was jolted awake by this wierd metallic thud/scrape sound, peered out the window and smiled: there was the snow — a blizzard of snow coming down furiously — and there was the plow, clearing it all for us! 🙂 So thanks for bringing back this memory for me — I’m smiling here with my first cup of morning joe. And — I also love the idea of skin glistening and a halo of summer 🙂
Thank you, Lillian. 🙂
Great poetic description of the seasons!
Thank you, Bev.
The winter can be beautiful, but life prefers the Sun and can’t wait for spring even summer’s heat.
I agree, Frank. Thanks so much for reading. 🙂
Not me. I like the cold. (Perhaps you don’t know what “hot” is.) I particularly like “banshees.” Yep, that’s what winter sounds like. But it is easier and faster to dress in the summer, you got that right.
lol…I’ve been in 115 in Las Vegas and 105 in DC with humidity at a zillion. After having to walk a crippled dog at midnight in 15F, snow on the ground, wind discovering any uncovered flesh, cold penetrating gloves, because one hand had to be on the leash, well, yeah, I prefer the heat. 😉 Most people I’ve spoken to who say they love the cold don’t seem to actually spend much time outdoors in it.
Great imagery. Made me miss winters, now that I’m stuck in the scorching heat. I’m definitely a winter, not a summer person.
Thank you. 🙂
Personally I prefer summer. Winters are spend in the blanket or around it.. Basically a sloth..