Late Summer

The heat plummets from far above,
Inciting the humidity,
The airborne moisture coagulates,
To a point of rigidity.
The heat waves shimmy lazily,
The glare penetrates all,
Flora surrenders to the onslaught,
Letting extraneous appendages fall.
Fauna copes only marginally better,
Seeking any element of cooling,
Shade and breezes eagerly sought,
Or swimming in their own drooling.
The heat catches all by surprise,
Beings being gently roasted,
Then simmering in their own juices,
As their brains are lightly toasted.
Late summer is a rare joy,
Sapping the goodness from us all,
We wait with infinite inhalations,
For the arrival of next Fall.