Your season brings a sweltering satisfaction.
Intense are those lazy days.
Poolside, fireside, libations pour in your honor
As we bask in your splendid heat.
I would sing to the stars to keep ours aligned thus,
Prolong the song of cicadas and fireflies–
Sacrificing the hold of Winter’s cold,
Setting my selfishness adrift upon the world…
But only in my most scintillating dreams.
Even Autumn and Spring must have their reign,
For my will has yet to be ordained
By king or queen on this earthly axis
Or any in the heavens above.