Summer's Ire

Think I'll just hibernate...

Summer's Ire

Fire ants, cottonwood
allergies a' screaming
Tall grass, hot tar roads
mosquitoes are a' teeming

Hot wind, sticky sweat
how can one love this?
Heat-blue sky, suntan lines
are stuff I would not miss

This time of year I despise
with all the "joys" it brings
Think I'll just hibernate
and wait till winter sings