National Poetry Month: Summer In Spring - Poem by Michael Skinner
waking to summer heat on a Spring day
it is still dark and the birds sing to a moonless sky
and the air conditioners which had been still for the best of a season
are in full throat again
the sounds of the highway are beyond audible reach once more
I opened the sliding glass door and felt that the air had cooled a bit over night
so we had locked up the heat in side with us and kept out the refreshing cool air.
Lighted day revealed a restless sea.
Wind up, my chimes won't stop ringing...
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