Sweet Summer Slain

Some summer soak sabotages sanguine sunlight—
scuppers soothing sunniness…
Slick slabs seep slowly,
squally showers slake sward; sate sodden soil.
Sweet sunny season stymied,
spared sundry sunbeams’ sympathy—
sweet summer slain.

A poem using only words beginning with ‘s’. Our wet summer seemed a good place to start…

© Ammie-oy 2010

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