Mid-August Musings

Mid-August Musings


It's mid-August and the mosquito's whine
Makes me long for winter time.
Those short dark days that end too soon
The bright bright glow of the brilliant moon.

It's mid-August and the leaves are yellow,
Summer's heat begins to mellow
These endless days are shortening fast
These hot hot days aren't built to last.

Harvesting berries, snapping beans
The tomato plants are starting to lean.
Giant sunflowers wave in the breeze
I seek some shade beneath the trees.

All too soon it will be fall,
And what I'll miss, most of all
Are the summer storms that come at night
The shots of lightning that give a fright.

Just three more weeks 'til back to school,
And no more trips to the local pool.
New pencils, new shoes, new teacher and then
I'll start longing for summer all over again.