The fine summer sand
That stole home in your sneakers
Kisses your toes in fall.


The shaved ice vendors
Have become the summer’s cool,
Shady characters.


“Seasonably mild,”
The Farmer’s Almanac lies!
Fodder for compost.


We have all the sun
But you have all the rain
Cousins, parched and drowned.


Hurry up and wait:
The migrating hummingbird
Promises autumn.


Records were broken
Cookies were baked on dashboards
And mixed with ice cream.