Minnows Nip At Bare Toes
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Summer is tethered to the scent of a rose,
and bubbling brooks, where minnows nip at bare toes.
Spring's spurring Summer on, and indeed, it shows;
freeing the rivers and lakes that Winter froze,
and greening the dried grasses of the meadows.
Summer's sizzling hot sun shines brightly all day;
warming swimming pools where children splash and play.
And it burns exposed skin with its tanning ray;
yet folks flock to sandy beaches, come what may.
Children launch paper kites on a rising breeze;
and eat unripened apples picked from wild trees,
while playing outdoor games and skinning their knees.
I believe Summer is the best time of year;
and dread the thought that Winter will reappear.
I'll choose summer over Winter any day!
I hate the cold, frozen feet, and runny nose;
as well as shoveling snow from the driveway,
I'd rather swelter in Summer's heat than freeze.
Winter shifts my metabolism to low gear;
I wish that Summer would never go away.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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