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