Hot will End.

...
The amber/bright light sits hovering above,
pushing Autumn away.
Autumn that wants to be here.
It showed up last week or so,
but Summer doesn't move out so easily.

Summer sits right down in the backyard
and says, "Listen to me, you.
The sun's not done."

Heavy, like a forest fire without smoke,
as with too many blankets at night when
you're cold at first,
but later the breathing is thick,
and no windows open for a breeze,
and finally does the humid stink
drive you up and out
to the evening star layer.

Craning your neck just to the cool, glittering black,
the tilt just right for warm weather turning cooler,
the constellations tipping with the season.

Currently that tilting sun smothers in the sky.
Just for a few more days until
October finalizes the heat stroke.

Inevitable.


Teasing and joking sunlight,
in a Monty Python skit,
hints at goodbye.
We lose the light, the temperature,


the sweat,
the quiet,

ultimately to the snap sound
of cold damp Fall.

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