Shall I Compare thee to A NC Summer Day?

Shall I Compare Thee to A NC Summer Day?

Much has been made of sunny days and soft, gold touch,

As a cool, shining morning at the sun’s first ray.

But if we’re both being honest, you’re a bit much.

What? Should I have kept calling you the fairer sex?

Warm is nice, but I don’t think I’m crazy picky

To be put off by a one-oh-eight heat index.

I like your place, but God, why is it so sticky?

Most people (and places) have a setting between

Stormy and stifling, but with you I just can’t see,

Any kind of middle ground or a golden mean.

Your humor’s six outta ten, with a 12 UV.

            I know “hot mess” was in style when I gave you a call.

            But I’m sick of summer, so I’m looking for fall.