The Arrival of Summer #poetry #napowrimo
Prompt: In his poem “The Wasteland,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.
The Arrival of Summer
O June, why so cruel?
with your hammered fist
you decimate Spring
drench me in sweat
suffocate me
’til I cannot breathe
I cower inside
under artificial air
panting, panting
I only wish to feel the sun
upon my pale skin
but the fire in your belly
burns, burns, burns
’til I swelter
chased back in
to my darkened sanctuary
where my mood matches
the gloom within
You ride in on fiery steed
the first of three
O June, how you ruin me!
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Promptly Written 
I’ve thought it was January. Here, the true beginning of winter, and for me, the longest month of the year. Dark gray skies, and a colorless world. You have to fight everyday to find the hue!
So true about January, but I can handle cold weather better than heat 😦
Would that ours were like that!
Ah.. you might grow weary of them after so many years 😉
I lived in Dubai for five years and East Africa for two – I’d cope. If it weren’t for the ludicrous cost of healthcare, I’d probably move to Florida, where my son lives.
Shame the cost is so high… Florida, I hear, is lovely most of the time.. even in the summer heat
I’m with you on summer – except ours is January 😦
It’s wretched!