Iced Tea and Hot Beef Broth
This is an ugly duckling summer.
Dim set and pallid as December.
We are drowning in sweaters.
Steaming beef broth in mugs.
There’s thunder in the wind,
and rain thorny sharp. But still,
hope lives long, that summer
soon swans gently into July.
for Miz Quickly’s Day 21: write a summer poem using opposition,
and PB’s Summer Prelude prompt #253. ©️ Misky 2019
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