Buds are not quite flowers
Breezes try to break the ice
Impatiently counting days, hours
Until the air is full of spiciness
My skin yearns for summers heat
How it's missed sun's warm embrace
My toes crave hot sand 'neath my feet
Cooled by waves that move with grace
And if summer could kindly forget the bees,
Leave behind the spiders too, and I'll be pleased.
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