Ah, distinctly I remember how I love the crisp September!
With each separate blade of grass, dew coated as in days of yore.
Eagerly, I’d wished the morrow, finally now surcease of sorrow.
Jubilation thrills me, fills me as the summer heat, here is no more.
Joy and jubilation with that rare and radiant season now in store.
Summer’s gone. Nameless here for evermore!
Note: Hottest summer ever!