There was no hesitation to summer today.
She came marching in
With her cloud like skirts hiked up,
Mist and humidity billowing around her.
Suppressing all creativity.
She bellowed and she roared and
She blew out her barbarous breath-like-Sax
Just like Rafferty playing “Baker Street”
Greeting May, and firmly wishing her Adieu.
Heated oppression has now set in again until
We are freed by the cool child-like breezes
Of Early November.