Summer of Poetry: Untitled Poem 3

There is no Summer

in the Golden State,

just heat and fire

with no ending date.

In April begins

the temperature climb

until nature wins

once it hits June-time.

Constantly weary

for four months on end,

sun-tanned and sweaty

'til Fall makes amend

with fresh soothing rain

quenching ground again

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