Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
leather car seat feels
like your poaching an egg
at ninety degrees
Hooray autumn is on it's way,
the long summer has been way too too hot.
Cooler days are what I want,
with a soft cool breeze covering me.
Pretty leaves falling down,
colors are a patch quilt carpet.
The welcome mat now reads autumn.
Happy faces smile and revel, never silent.
All signs and phases reveal, sadness absent.
Love, your heart carries and winkle
Lots and more you show and sprinkle.
On chairs and tables you sit on and dine,
World in bubbles of eon never whine.
Every bubble moves in silence that dabble and waft,
Eyes and ears that never rest on a moving raft.
Noises from everywhere pranking your heart, drifting so bright... don't forget to blink and sleep on this darkest night!
The stars are jellyfish,
The planet is a cloud.
Now our only wish
Is to touch the ground.
We live in space
In a hot air balloon
Longing to see the face
Of the Man on the Moon
Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
As a caboose is to a train,
September is to the summer.
The train finishes with red,
the summer also finishes with red.
Red from the hot days,
red from the painful sunburns,
red from barbequing over hot coals,
red showing off the long pretty sunsets.
Like a bear sleeping through winter,
I would love to sleep through the summer.
When the hot summer is over,
when September ends you must wake me up
Oh yes,
I want to see the pretty fall colors.
The trees are dressed in golds, oranges and rusts,
the squirrels are having fun playing tag,
as they hide their nuts for the winter.
The very hot weather is gone until next year,
a cool breeze covers me like a soft blanket.
As September says good-bye until next year,
winter will set in with cold winds.
Old sweaters will come out ready to wear,
as a new one or two will be bought.
What a magical time of the year,
holidays with family, friends and food,
celebrating one year out and a new one coming in.
The draft-dodgers who fled and even more
Deserters who abandoned their posts
These are the real heroes of war
They’ve paid their personal costs
Their names will never be known
No obelisks will be erected
Their very existence will be forlorn
Otherwise scorned and rejected
They knew they would be slandered
But by saving their own lives,
They gave the answer to their offenders
Let’s flee, despite of being despised
It’s a senseless slaughter for false ideals
Of politicians with high morality
To whom people’s lives aren’t a big deal
Who dream about their own immortality
Let their faithful armchair analysts snap
They never fight wars only talk a lot
Patriotism fits well with a nap
One snore away from the hot spot.
On a scorching hot day of summer heat,
I was dying for something cold to eat,
until a girl named Phoebe
came in a string bikini,
and I hankered for something hot and sweet!
The leaves seem to be smirking
Gently giggling in the dropping dew
Egging on the sting of a rising sun
Sheltering the empty bird feeder
Sad roses weep dewdrop tears
Summer’s shadows hints of fall
Garden sprinklers defy the water ban
Hawk’s struggle in the silent air
August will challenge the ripening fruit
She will throw down the gauntlet
Challenge the pumpkins of October
As lovers stroll along the beach
The moon will offer a subtle kindness
The soothing cool of the sun’s goodnight
It’s set to be the heat today
As it was yesterday - I fathom
The God still takes us for a clay
Can’t tell one hot day from another
The ghost of you comes down but I
Can’t see if you are here
Though I can feel your loving smile
As if you are so near
As you once were in happy days
We nonchalantly spent
Maybe if I could see your face
I’ll be that ghost you met
In our lifetime’s recent past
Under your apple tree
We’ll meet again, revived from dust
Hot summer day it’ll be.
T’is the July cold
Carried into August
A hot cup of tea’s sold
For salvation promised
Shivers down the spine
Hairs on forearms stand
To be sheltered just fine
Mark of a strong brand
I sway in the wind
Puckered skin
Collared coat pinned
Against cold to win
I remember when the sun would set,
And before long, workers took their rest.
I recall when the heat would decline
And hush, but not by much.
I recollect those southern summer nights,
Especially in the rural where there was so
Little light and where kids thrilled themselves
With the sight of lightning bugs.
There are things I wish that I could forget.
We never forgot to stay close to home to
Avoid the southern summer fright, because
Some sad souls were not very bright.
It is so hot and dry
feel like I gonna die
Can't go out, live inside
open the door and you fry
Rain drops burn before they hit the ground
long gone green grass it all turn brown
Flowers welt droop and die
stay with AC hibernate inside
It is so hot and dry
been a week of a hundred and five
No rain in the forecast such a long time
this penetrating heat feels like a crime
Heat so bad it burns the shade
hot dry for the summer to stay
Drink ice water but cubes melt
this blasted heat no relief or help
Sweaty sleep with fans on
dreaming of freezing winter long
Could use the cold on a hot day
all I can do is dream the hot away.
July inTexas,
it’s hotter than a jalapeño
doing laps in cowboy boots~
so hot the cows are fanning themselves
with old election leaflets;
so hot the armadillos
are applying sunscreen in the shade.
But the farmers have it worst of all,
their chickens are panting in the coop~
so they’re feeding them crushed ice daily
to keep things cool and sane,
because one more scorching afternoon
and those hens will start producing
breakfast ready-made:
hard-boiled eggs straight from the nest,
no stove required.
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