Season of barbeques and ripening fruit <br />Discomfort under too mature a sun <br />Of burgers poorly cooked and sausages <br />Crammed in a grubby, stale and tasteless bun <br /> <br />The wasps are nesting underneath the eaves <br />The ants march up and down a length of hose <br />Cat stretches out in any patch of shade <br />Disdainfully watching all from down his nose <br /> <br />Is it the thunder or a rumbling gut <br />That causes us a feeling of unease <br />As we unstick our bodies from a chair <br />To weed the soft fruit cage on creaking knees <br /> <br />We greeted long hot days with avarice <br />Now it’s the supermarket chill that’s bliss<br /><br />Gillian Thurlby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-summer-2/
