One Poem Every Day

On bright sunny days

Amidst the summery haze

And children exclaiming joyous "yays"

I am uncomfortable


Out of my element

Summer is not for me

I like the fall

When the cool breezes blow

And the cherry leaves wave as they go

Off to the horizon and then... I don't know

That is the season for me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 8/11/14. I really hate summer.

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