Oh, Summer

Summer, how we've missed you!
The tackle's been waiting,
we're long last debating
on where to go.

The camps, overcrowded,
with lakes that are drying
and beaches now frying
its denizens.

Oh, Summer, stay longer!
I've built a strong lean-to
with logs, or I mean to,
in baking brush.

It's one hundred and five,
a glorious season
of pain for no reason,
and we like it.

Oh, Summer, please help us
discover vacation
without this frustration
and sweltering...

Autumn, how we love thee!

Published in "The Dilettante's Garden" and"Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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