Technically, summer doesn't end until September 22 (a Friday this year), but TBH the second half of August always kind of feels like things are winding down (shakes a fist at school for hardwiring the academic calendar into my cells). Beaches and pools start to close, along with seasonal shacks and ice cream spots and roadside farm stands. Plus, why is that when you're wearing long-sleeves, your job just seems... jobbier?
Fear not, summer-lovers, there's an easy way to keep the vernal spirit alive, and that's by reading poems.
I know I've been talking about "summer" the noun, but these poems celebrate the idea of "summer," the verb, as in "pass the summer in a particular place." No, these poems don't necessarily demand you be familiar with the Wisconsin Dells or the Cape or the Hamptons or any other legendary summer destinations. What they do demand, though, is that you let yourself experience summer as a state of mind, summer as a state of being, summer as a mood you can summon with a few lines or stanzas. Summer on the page.
Ready to be transported by some truly summerific lines? Give these seven poems a read and forget everything your calendar tells you. If you want summer, it can be here to stay.