Summer is
nagging mozzies
sticky armpits
windows wide open
warm nights under twinkling stars

Summer is
hot north winds
sirens blaring
tree ferns wearing
their shriveled fronds like brown tutus

Summer is
idle afternoons
making love
on the old couch
watching the mid-day movie.

Summer is

(sigh)

far, far away.

Alison Cassidy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreaming-of-summer-2/