Dear Summer

Dear Summer,

This letter is to tell you we're through

I've had long hot months to consider our relationship

And it's not me

It's you

You've given me many sleepless nights

Tossing and turning in despair

All the windows thrown open

Trying to get some air.

You've completely scorched my garden,

And not allowed the slightest cool breeze.

Wisteria is wilted, daffodils drooped

And you killed my maple tree.

And though you kindly dry my washing

With your relentless heating powers

You've stayed too long, and make me pong

Despite 2nd hourly showers.

My power bills are through the roof

From having air con on all day,

I've had enough, pack up your stuff

And kindly go away.

I confess to a new love you see,

And Autumn colour I need to embrace

but whenever I think I've seen the last of you

You show your ugly face.

But the break won't be forever

So don't despair Summer dear

When I've become bored with Winter's ways

You'll be back within the year.

Photos and poem by Deb