Summer's heat leaves us wilted, Potted tomatoes drying on the deck. Water helps, and evening's shade Reminds us of the coming dread.
Ash trees drop late summer's shed; Yellow leaves litter grass now lost; Dog days oppress us as we yawn, Ennui of heat turns our desire to frost.
We are not content at summers' turning fall; We miss the verdant greens of spring; We dread the snow, the wintry cold; No longer young, we fight our growing old.
One of the longest summers of 90 plus degrees each day is coming to an end. Mentally, I am flirting with the desire for frost.