Summer Leaves

Goodbye Summer. You have only until tonight and then please leave.

You were too parched, too dry, and I hope never to see you like this again. Thank God for shade; I’d barely have survived without it . . .

Will you promise when you return that you’ll be different? Bring yourself back afresh, please. You have so much to offer. Do it. Bring it.

Come back and give us all of it.

Until then, fare thee well.