Shea

17

Shall I Compare thee to a summer's day?
As you keep the freshness of autumn at bay
with your thick, stale air which permeates
like a dreaded companion into every space.
The Heat of the sun haunts your days
with its beating and blinding and burning rays.
Each surface on earth is scorched by your flames
which drain all vivacity away.
The cool wind and breeze dare not show their face
unto your foul brutish presence which makes
the air sink to earth as the world underway
becomes motionless, halting its flow and its pace.
So take caution when you ask me, I pray,
to compare thee to a summer's day.