I Hate Bees

Late summer
when the bees get dizzy
the heat is getting cooler
nights are getting longer

The patio lanterns
glow all evening
Kim Mitchell on the radio
us kissing on the lawn

Lawn chairs out
twigs pointing to the fire
marshmallows getting hotter
getting cozy moving closer

Laughing, telling stories
of the August adventures
and plans for September
as the fire slows its flickers

There stands us
a couple of summer romantics
holding hands – take it in
hoping summer never ends

poem by Sarah Cotnam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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