Our Poet Looks at August

               THERMAL INJUSTICE

In August there's heat, and it's seldom a treat,
Our gardens and lawns turn to brown,
One fans and one pants, while the suffering plants
Are waiting for things to cool down.

How one wishes there'd be an exchange of degree,
With some heat saved to melt later snows,
And in winter, reversed, as the cold that we'd cursed
Came to spare the tomato and rose.

7-3-10 RR