If there can be an Ebenezer Scrooge of summer, I would proudly accept that title. This isn't the first time you've heard me whine about summer. But this very well may be the first time you've heard me complain about it in poem form! Thanks to The Voices Project, more people than ever will get an earful of my feelings of dread and distaste for that season everyone else seems to adore. Hopefully this time I've made my annual rant a little more fun to listen to. Please, if you would, visit The Voices Project and give it a read. If you enjoy it and really want to make my day, leave me a comment.
Anything But Summer
http://www.thevoicesproject.org/poetry-library/anything-but-summer-by-veronica-noechel
Summer: Best viewed from behind glass.
While you're there, stick around and flip through some of the other pages and poems that are there for you to peruse through. For now, I've got to go shake my fist at the last remaining days of the season, lingering about on my lawn. There are still a handful or two before autumn officially begins, and you can bet which of my handful of fingers I'll be waving them off with. So long, summer!
I found your blog through Goodreads. I loved your poem but I'm a summer worshiper. We are a fortnight into spring in the southern hemisphere and today was a glorious 30 Celsius. Enjoy autumn and winter, it won't be long until summer comes creeping back.
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