A Letter to Ms. Summer

Poetry Prompt

Kasun Ranasinghe
The Brain is a Noodle

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Image by jools_sh from Pixabay

Dear Ms. Summer Season,
It seems like years since we met,
I hope you’re fine and keeping safe,
From viral flu, we’ll soon forget,

I’ve seen your posts on Facebook,
The most famous season on the net,
Praised in writing, music, and film,
Ms. Season of freedom, fun, and sweat,

Your pictures look sizzling on Instagram,
Going viral on Twitter threads,
Painting works of art at sunset,
Filled with yellows, pinks, and reds,

I see you through my crystal screen,
And drift back to the age of ten,
The soothing warm night’s embrace,
The endless days we shared back then,

I remember the cool snacks you made,
Watermelon, ice-cream, and smoothies,
Sneaking them in with popcorn trays,
To laugh and cry at big-budget movies,

Those days when we stretched our legs,
Blazing trails through mountain peaks,
Bouncing balls with beach boys and bikini babes,
And peaceful picnics with pleasant peeps.

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