Time for Summer

I won’t compare you to a Summer’s day

You are a lot cooler than that I think

Your season’s Winter, not June and not May

Your color is blue, not red and not pink

I long for warm breezes that summers bring

Though yours is refreshing as a cold swim

I hope to hear the birds from the south sing

And go to the beach if I had the whim

How long can I endure your frosty gaze?

You do make me shiver, that is quite true

Yet I wish for easier, balmy days

Ones that I don’t think I can share with you

It’s that magical time, the end of Spring

I’ll fly away like a bird on the wing