North Wind in July

         
Fresh stew on the stove          
the green tomatoes sigh        
even bees stay home          
& spindly spiders hide        
         
Pale ice-creamies shiver          
parading on the prom        
it's too cold for the water          
& all the kids blame Mom        
         
Warm winter woolies nestle          
snuggling in their drawer        
She didn't think we'd need them          
to help our fingers thaw        
         
Pa dons his bravest smile          
gives a reassuring wink        
& pronounces when it freezes      
the sea will be a rink        
         
We could skate out to the island          
where the wind blows fair and square        
but if the sun defeats the clouds        
we might be blinded by the glare        
         
Then trapped by melting waves        
with our hols a total shambles        
it's best we just drive home        
and forget these seaside rambles