By Alexandria Somirs
Shades of sunsets,
Melt into Summer’s sweats.
Pockets full of Summer’s breeze,
Hesitate to lull sweet Spring to ease.
Lightning smiles at midnight’s cloak.
Shines brighter than the evening star.
Thunder last to laugh at the joke,
Hums his tune 5 seconds too far.
Illustration by Anya Pylypchuk