A summer lament

June, June, June,
Where did you go?
Was Memorial Day really
four weeks ago?
At this rate we may soon
be shoveling snow.
June, June, June,
where did you go?

July, July,
we’re counting on you
to put on the breaks,
see what you can do.
Summer as usual
is flying by too fast.
July, July,
please make it last

August, August,
don’t be offended.
To hurt your feelings
Is purely unintended.
But you always arrive
much, much too soon.
And then fly by even
faster than June.

Ed Ackerman