So Long Summer
You had your wily way with us
day after day I'd cry and cuss.
Scorching the earth beneath my feet
here in the desert it's called "dry heat"!
You did your best to beat us down
turning the land a dusty brown.
Cloudless skies, not a hint of rain
flowers withering from the pain.
End of July monsoons arrived
and everything began to thrive.
We danced in triumph on the lawn
as thunder boomed it's mighty brawn.
Weeds went wild, little sparrows sang
mosquitos and flys came in gangs.
I'ts time to pluck the garden bare
turn the soil for the coming year.
And Fall will soon begin anew,
and I shall bid to you, adieu!
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