Ah, these summer days

Ah, these summer days
Do seem less a thrill
Than those remembered before

This blazing heat
Doth take some tolerance
To appreciate

And still it bakes
Whether in morn or eve
It awakes

Ah, that all the world were a bit cooler
Such refreshment
Might make it all more pleasant

I have seen places where the summer days
Are glorious full of blues and grays
There is a soft sweet breeze
That blows down to one's knees

Yes, I remember these
Oft when I am in such a mood
I do not wish to be rude with my grumbling

I s'pose tis natural
When one knows of something else
Tis hard to accept

One often thinks
'But last summer twas not like this
There were beaches full of bathing and bliss'

Yet all is now too hot
And hath turned to rot
And this I care not
So it seems we must enclose our company
And look out from our window panes
And await the autumn rains

For in time twill be cooler
And the days more full
Of life outside
This despaired place

-Joshua Lee Foist