Heat of Summer
Summer's sun is scorching hot as it sends its fiery burn.
Carnival laughter shakes the air when July takes its turn.
July means more litter, as plastic bottles fill the street.
The sand that was enjoyable, now burns the soles of feet.
July brags that our sun made it the hottest month to name.
That is, until sweet August brings its fire into the game.
Then, August like a broiler spews an unrelenting heat.
The green has withered from the lawns, now just the browns compete.
At month's end, school starts, and family trip has been taken.
But it's hot, and wishes for cooler nights is forsaken.
Next comes modest September, whose flourish hides a sly smirk.
Indian Summer in this month can be the sun's best work.
There's hope for rain, sometimes it comes, but sometimes it comes not.
Though through September's flimsy veil, the weather remains hot.
And then along comes October, a time of leaves and rakes.
Suddenly, the heat ends, when October applies the brakes.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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