Poem: Oh, Edna

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 17, July 17th

Prompt: Quoting Writers and Poets in Summer

Oh, Edna

Why would one want
to be all seasons?
Winter is cold and stark
with people cowering
indoors with fires blazing.
Autumn, brilliantly coloured,
is the twilight of the seasons,
the nearing of hibernation
and death.
Spring, the rebirth,
is young and new,
but frought with rainy days
blown all a-twitter.
Summer is sultry and mature,
fully blossomed,
with long days
and hot nights.
So, why should I want you
to be all seasons
when summer is so perfect?



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