The End......

Though your end gives way,
To the mosquitos at bay,
I still wish you would stay.......
Dear Summer.

There's a cool chill in the morning air,
As I stop and stare,
Into a light that seems to have shifted,
Or maybe it just drifted........

The scent of bourbon now hangs,
Causing my head to bang,
In the early morn,
While I try to keep warm.

The last of the dark and stormys have been poured,
And it didn't cause my hear to soar.
For I will miss you dearly,
Because you only come around yearly.

Starbucks has shoved you aside,
While pushing their pumpkin products wide,
But I will always love you.......

Dear Summer