Dog Days of Summer's End
It's the dog days of summer that endure
burning deep into September's demure
when cooler temperatures and winds should blow
fostering the change of summer heat to autumn allure.
The humidity still clings upon the air to lay upon the skin
and pool water filters swirl where children spin
benath cloudless skies of brilliant hues of blues
even dogs sprawl upon the dry grass to roll and spin.
The summer harvest is ready for the picking
pumpkins, squash, corn and straw mixings,
a changing blend of seasons forever entwined
with one beginning and another ready to stop ticking.
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