It is Summer in the North
It is dark under this Sun
The flowers went to hide
Because here comes:
A wind that bites!
I am missing a few pieces
After going for a walk.
I got left, just seven fingers
Which is plenty if you write.
Hug my soul before it freezes
In this Northern Summer fun
It’s minus twenty digits
I think Winter stole July.
By Jocy Medina
PS. This poem is part of a Writers Digest Daily poetry competition. Each day of the month of April 2015, we are sent a word for a poem.
Day 6 – The prompt for this poem was: Not-as-it-seems
To read other poems from this competition, click here.
Jocy Medina 