Daytime in the summer, that’s spicy
Above all others in the afternoon
Hot bodies deflate like weak balloons
At night they expand and dance like animated cartoons.
Now pungent is just the thing
The smells of a spicy summer day
To get me wondering if the afternoon is blue
Keeps me in a trance like voodoo.
How I mourned the winter season
And loathed the summer season
but understanding the transition from spring
OUCH! A damn bee sting!
The yellow midsummer sings like the next days
Midsummer gets crafty
So happy is the yellow summer
That gets fancy!
I cannot help but stop and
embrace the hottest season,
An artful season,
Summertime, sexy, spicy, and flirty but within reason!
©Nichole Nichole