Summer doesn’t seem like it’s coming to an end anytime soon as the temperature climbs ever higher! Make the most of the season and enjoy John Updike’s musings on this most summery of months.

August

The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene

And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.