A sonnet for summer

Now that school’s almost over

Hampton Beach is opening up

I’m looking for four-leaf clovers

Wishing for iced tea in my cup


Cramming for my finals,

It’s all downhill from here

Bare feet on the kitchen vinyl

Hoping summer will appear


Suddenly the birds sing

While trees dance in the zephyrs

I see butterflies open their wings

And realize it’ll all get better


So pack up your sweaters and pull out your sandals

Summer is coming, and finals we can handle.