So Much For The First Day Of Summer Poem by Toni Atchison

So much for the first day of summer.
Hot as hell till the storms rolled in,
and I found myself wondering,
just for a bit,
if this would be one of those
trip-to-the-basement nights.

And so much for the first day of summer,
I've seen 46 of them now.
And I try to act jaded, so nonchalant,
but secretly I'm pleased.

Deep down inside me, I am the heathen child,
dancing with abandon in the green forest,
splashing gleefull through sacred streams,
singing loudly- and off-key - from the hilltops.

Yeah, so much for the first day of summer,
cause every one of them is different
and every one of them is precious.

2007