This poem was written as my first entry into the Meridian Guild of Bards and Poets challenge, “Summer in Meridies.”
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
If Meridian, thou art hopefully more frigid!
Rough winds, ’round here, do shake and stir with rain,
And summer’s lease seems all too oft renewéd.
Sometimes (to say the least) too hot does shine
The gold complexion of the eye of heav’n,
And truly, all who’re fair, so fair, opine:
“By chance, for me some natural sunscreen giv’n?”
But our eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose posession of that dream thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag the ending of our play
In these eternal times, nay nay, we grow’st!
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this, regardless of the heat.
