Summer

One expects the calendar

To never misbehave.

That seasons follow seasons

With moods that pave the way

For moons to shrink and grow

So tides will ebb and flow

And that the Ides of March

Will always know their place.

But something‘s gone awry

And summer lost its way

Instead of six and twenty one

We skipped the month of May

Cause summer came in April

With golden rays of sun

Now the days get hotter with

Each rising of the sun

Throughout July and August

Until Indian summer comes

To bring a breath of coolness

Will summer’s heat be gone

By marion