Depressive Indian Summer heat streak
Stuffs us back into heavy breathing
Impatiently longing for cool night winds
That can only come some other night
Tossing and turning, sweating and burning
Waiting for winter’s whispered shriek
Here, in the early morning hours
Lethargy and burning eyes aflame
Hating heated haughty summer glances
The water that can never completely cool
But winter’s chill is in our souls
And the season will be with us soon