Summer days are here: Afternoons with hazy drear, Vacation’s sweet release, Escaping into peace.
My face is red, and oh my head, Evades not the languid torrid.
Feel the heat of the day, Receive humidity from the bay, Oh, for winter’s rain! My heart longs for the heat to wane…
The tread of unshod feet, Heats like burning peat, Incessant smog hangs low, Shadowing every lonely crow.
Haze hides sun and sky, Every day ends with a sigh: Air conditi’ning’s sweet relief, Thou, summer, please be brief!