You’ve all heard of the American in Paris. But have you heard from the American in Sweden??
A Scorching Day In Sweden
A scorching day in Sweden!
An un-
usual phen-omenon.
A day in May, albeit late…
The twenty-third, two thousand eight-teen,
Close to June where none too soon,
A scorch might be anticipated:
But not now!
Good gracious, no!
Is it the changing climate showing?
Or am I mistaken terribly,
And May is as it should be?
One wants the sun, its vitamin.
One want to show of well-toned skin.
But here, up North, if sun doth scorch.
One dare not go forth hat un-donned,
However fair one may look tanned.
Such incongruity!
Outdoor healthful Vit’min D
Or indoor white and cancer free?
Osteoporotic from a life in shade
Or sun brown dry, and wrinkled maiden?
As we say, Oy vey! and anyway,
Fahrenheit or centigrade,
It’s been a lovely day today
From which one could not stay away.
I’m simply wondering, no, pondering
A time to come
When icebergs in the Arctic North succumb,
Exchanging solid sum for water,
A transporter of sheer peril,
A world’s isle-slaughter.
Good for us and as it ought-a, or…?
A Scorching Day In Sweden 5.23.2018 Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
