The Dying of Summer

Summer to me;
A never ending excuse to run,
complain
Heat, sometimes bearable.

Occasional breeze
occasional
That word makes feel
Feel as if I have something to hope for.

Hope will die sooner or later,
but I feel as if it doesn’t need to
I wonder if it’s simply a human reaction,
is it truly reasonable to think like this?

Summer.
It’s not spelt like how it was,
in Old English
The extra ‘m’, I wonder truly.

Maybe it’s to enunciate the sound;
the sound of a long ‘m’
It’s clever I guess, but extra
English is hard, rambling is easier.