Dusk of Summer

See it set, no longer to rise
Temperature, heat, you’ve left too soon.
The wind whistles to a harsher tune
The house creaks and cries.
Blankets break over the bed sheets
Sweaters unfurl
The toes curl
I can hear less noise from the streets.
The extra hours are gone
The pools have all been drained
Take the mower off the lawn.
Go home, my friend, go home
Summer is setting, and I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.