The Last Popcicle of Summer
by Brenda Joy Dobson
I tear off its wrapper,
Let the icy citrus bar take away my thirst
A little tart, yet, oh so sweet,
on my tongue.
Been waitin' in the back of the frig
to be devoured since June.
Not stale either,
Reminds me that life is still good
Even after the popcicle's gone,
Wrapper tossed away.
The crispness of autumn's afternoon,
Reminds me winter's comin'...
Oh, how I love, Love, LOVE hot Chocolate!!