Summertime Blues

Summertime Blues

Rain matters not at all
Snow never gets in the way.
I walk my walk regardless
At the start of every day.

In the Fall I love the hues
In winter shadows do bring.
Spring flowers are my fancy.
Each a delight does ring.

I hear you ask of summer.
Of it, I can reply.
Some days I pray it will end.
When blazing thoughts do fly.

Unable am I to rhyme.
My thoughts get cooked by sun
The words just melt in my head
Creativeness on the run.

Gnats blind the walk
As my eyes become their home.
Try as I may, I can not say
One line of a simple poem.

Even the birds stop singing
As the rest their weary beaks
Feathers all damp from winging
Across the cooling creeks.

Now the lawns are brown and crisp
From lack of daily drink
Leaves crisping on the trees
At this my heart does sink

Oh well, it’s only two months
That steals the spirit away
Before I know, fall will show
Cool air once more to stay.

Till then I count my blessings
Will walk a little bit slow.
Will get there just the same
While thoughts begin to grow.