August Afternoons (Poetry)

(Seasonal Acrostic)

Already past its zenith, still the sun
Unclouded, fills the garden with its heat
Generous — exhausting everyone
Utterly — no soul out in the street
Siesta finds a cool room with a fan
Time to take a nap — sleep if they can

Although the day might beckon bright and blue
Four o’ clock’s too soon for tea and cake
Temperature’s now nudging ninety two
Even in the shade the flagstones bake
Rest awhile until the blaze dies down
Nothing will get done until it cools
Other lives have stopped all over town
Only those who carry on are fools
Natives spend the hottest part of day
Snoozing — dream such afternoons away.