Summer

Summer, for me, is about economy of movement.
I hate to be hot! Every step is an effort.
I sit at home, I'm cool to be alone.
I weigh my decisions
With clinical precision.

Another body equals more heat.
Ninety something degrees makes me beat.
Every drop of sweat we must conserve.
A cool comfortable spot is well-deserved.
Global warming is real, people.

The sun can. melt us,
The sun can pelt us,
With red hot fire!
Summer can go hang.
You dig what I'm saying?

Don't get me wrong.
Winter has its drawbacks too.
The sun's light is a blessing.
But right now the heat is a curse.
Almost don't know which is worse.

To each purpose a reason.
To each mood a season.
 Right now a cool breeze is all I need.
A cold cloth for my fevered brow.
Thought I had something more to say somehow.