Summer
Summer,
So looked forward to,
Now seems as open
And endless as the Sahara.
The days lie
Naked on the sand,
Empty and bare. All is not well,
Alas, the interminable summer
Is all wrong.
There is no movement,
No care, no time
And yet too much.
Summer brought smiles
For the past six months,
Now it just brings dread.
Only the second day
And already I feel
As if I'd be better off dead.
Summer, why are you so damned elusive?
