Waiting For September
When the starry days of June have past,
and July has tricked you with it’s heat.
And august has come,
leaving it’s share of scars and scorching the ground with its fire.
In the heat of the sun,
a sliver of frost.
Taming the flames,
cooling the heat,
soothing the burns.
Though fall comes with it’s own price,
I’m still waiting for September.