Dog days

And every year in August we say –

  the nights are drawing in,

  already the leaves are starting to turn,

  yet only yesterday it was Spring.

Summer’s short lease is reaching its date,

Midsummer Night is long gone.

Summers fly by in the Autumn of life

and Winter can seem too long.

But remember Septembers and Indian Summers

that we knew when we were young,

when gardens are bathed in soft golden light

and it’s not too hot to sit in the sun.