Wind in my hair, toes in the grass
Sun on my face as puffed clouds roll past
Perfect the day with little to do
But drink deep the summer’s golden brew
Dog days are over, but still we indulge
Who snuffs out the lantern? We will not divulge
I won’t give in gladly, I cling to the heat
You can’t call me home, I have friends yet to meet
I pluck out a stem and taste sweet the clover
Reminding myself that the season’s not over
As long as the wind is a comforting clip
The flute of mimosa is still there to sip
The quick falling night is bereft of a chill
The lingering warmth keeps us company still
I’ll deny end to summer and invite it to stay
Offer it succor for as long as it lay
Oh August I thank you for giving your all
Delivering fervor with brashness and gall
You exit not lightly, your namesake you earn
Come winter we eagerly await your return!