Mosquitoes signal the arrival--
we recognize them by the red spots,
that itch, beyond belief.
Warm; then sunless damp days
disappoint the sun worshipper
as wool sweaters are put aside,
only to be taken out again.
But mosquitoes remain.
When will it end--this uninvited
wind and rain?
It's time for deliverance-- vacations,
visiting exotic places seen in magazines
and talked about among friends,
picnics in the park, boat rides on the lake,
camping trips, lazy days at the beach.
Sultry summer can't be far away;
it's almost here. I hope.
Copyright 2008 By-Barbara J. Davis