Ode To Summer

Season of barbeques and ripening fruit
Discomfort under too mature a sun
Of burgers poorly cooked and sausages
Crammed in a grubby, stale and tasteless bun

The wasps are nesting underneath the eaves
The ants march up and down a length of hose
Cat stretches out in any patch of shade
Disdainfully watching all from down his nose

Is it the thunder or a rumbling gut
That causes us a feeling of unease
As we unstick our bodies from a chair
To weed the soft fruit cage on creaking knees

We greeted long hot days with avarice
Now it’s the supermarket chill that’s bliss