How the summer goes, in England. |
| Eight months of winter. Then, Here it is - Our two week summer; The heat rolling in, Fans whirring through the night. The mercury rising - "It's so hot!" The Daily Mail, as usual, Is shocked. My World is complete, Shorts and bare feet On the grass, In my element Whilst others lament. Beer gardens overflow With maxi dresses and Magners Crammed with ice, Conversations brimming with Barbeques And this weather's wake: A bikini graveyard in Primark, A Ben and Jerry's drought. Two weeks of summer! Then. Here it is - The grey sky darkening, Thick with drizzle, Heavy on my heart. Cold brown toes Peep from sandals At the bus stop, Thunder rolling in - As I pull my jacket tight Against the late July wind. |