these dog days have grown too hot.
i find myself sipping the water
from the barren pond.
the sweat on my forehead
glistens like crystals in a dim, dark cave.
we fan ourselves and pray for a cool wind.
the sun, however, will continue to dance
on the baby blue canvas above us.
it's the height of the summer,
and we're stuck in it.
if i had the energy, i'd weave flower crowns
out of dandelions and morning glories.
we'd dance til our legs gave out.
but here we are,
hoping for a fair mistress to take us away
in her cold arms.
oh, i can't wait for the trees to
shed their greenery and turn into
the colors of a warm campfire.
i want wool blankets to keep me safe
within their comfort.
and then, perhaps you and i
can finally smell of pumpkin seeds
wouldn't that be lovely?
but for now, we have to be patient
and wait for this summer to end.
don't misunderstand my words;
i love the midsummer spell
that has been casted upon the earth,
but i think it reached its limit.
i look forward to the slow decay
of the summer.
with open arms,
i will kiss autumn tenderly.