The cat waves goodbye To Summer, the last warming Rays cuddling it.
If time ran backwards Would sand moonwalk back into the egg timer bowl?
It’s the birthday of The ageing summer’s next death And wasps are angry.
August heat rises Humidity, Mercury And searing tempers.
Prosecco fizzes On cracking tongues, shrivelled up By panting too much.
Please don’t let me dry, As furnace August cooks me, Shuffle off the corks. Hottest temperature on Earth recorded in Death Valley.
A damp fog lay down Upon blank tiled roofs longing For more August sun.
Splashing Summer rain Cleans my filthy car because I’m far too lazy!
A jingle jangles Around music from streaming Summer festivals.
Chilling crickets flick Over fields dodging Summer Haze, jagged with rage.