I searched in Frost and Sandberg for an ode to Summer,
Scarce as hen’s teeth for the season of firefly and hummer.
Many a lyric to Winter, Spring and Autumn
For Summer nary a single encomium.
Especially this year summer is owed a ballad,
Winter hung around, an overstaying guest
Doing its best to ruin our dandelion salad,
Then on May Day Summer came with vengeance,
Benching Spring without a moments hesitance.
Frost and Sandberg do you see
Your failure to pen a poem on the season of the bee?
You left it up to me.
Sorry you two should be.