Summer's Devolution

1 - The Thick of It

Summer sings a mournful hymn

an elegy for the soul -

whose passing on an afternoon

in the thickening heat of June

the funeral bells now toll

Cicadas keen and croak a dirge

in the graveyard of July -

and fallen there in sweltered swoon

collapsed into their stifling tombs

for summer is the season

where all souls come to die

2 - Rebel in the Air

Take up the search for softer days -

the hope of chilling morn

to spark revolt 'gainst Summer's oppressive reign -

stirrings of rebellion whisper in the secret hours

to steal away upon the dewy dawn

fresh promise no longer sticky sweat-stained

but thick and soft and sweet as cooling caramel -

hot hours shorten by seconds

in the nearing of the Autumnal Queen

3 - Golden Hour

This bronze and honeyed hymnal

denotes a tune of leaves

and blows a crisping melody

across the chilling breeze -

The yolky glow of evening

ignites the barren crowns

of sycamore and papered birch

and willow weeping down -

This heaven-fallen fire

glows in the belly of the skies

as Autumn's lullaby descends

a stardust smile surmised.