Uploaded on July 8, 2011
When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, that’s July.
Though the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tug the tether,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, let’s melt together!
—Ogden Nash
Summer
edited by Alice Gordon and Vincent Virga
7.8.2023: Ooh. I like what I came up with for this poem.