This Hot Autumn Day

Posted on Sep 29, 2011

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This hot autumn day I think
As I drift in the heat
Into a warm slumber I sink
Forgetting friends to meet

The hot sticky day melts
This brain in a squishy mess
As I dream of things no longer felt
Of those things I cannot confess

The heat intense over 80 Fahrenheit
Melting away like a witch of Oz
Sprawled out I do look a sight
This heat in autumn isn’t right

Again I say the seasons are messed
So screwed are they, flowers do spring
Confusion reigns, autumn now rests
Spring and Summer awaken, and sing

Yet snow we were told will follow behind
so quickly this will be a blur
The Indian summer we won’t find
Autumn bypassed to winters stir

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