Summer, anxious, impatient
has chased spring to the curb.
Delicate pastels have withered
beneath a sun so brash it has
brought July to taunt April.
A cozy porch waits for ice tea gossip
about Mother Nature’s struggle to thrive
beneath the paws of racing dog days.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Day 29 #NaPoWriMo 2016
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