My summer is upside down
If you stand on your head you get an idea,
For I live where it is not summer.
Outside the winter has arrived
A cold wind blows
One I’m sure has been holidaying in the Antarctic.
I am envious of my northern friends
For whom hot days and nights are now the norm
Gardens being attended
Weeds pulled, paths cleared,
Fresh mulch spread
The sense of summer joy at growth
Of new blooms and the fruits of their labors.
I think this as I huddle closer to the fire
Rugs around my legs
Soup on the stove
For me a season of hot pots
Warm nights with family
Cosy together, once again.
Written for: Tuesday Poetics: Summer Starter