The End of August

As August approaches its end
It’s harder for us to pretend
That the summer’s still here
For it seems pretty clear
That to autumn our thoughts do transcend.

All the stores and the sites advertise
Sales on clothes and, of course, school supplies.
Camps have shuttered their bunks,
Swimmers had their last dunks
And the sun takes much longer to rise.

Those who can may enjoy one last week
When routines aren’t set, so to speak
But when Labor Day hits
Summer’s calling it quits
Leaving those not prepared up the creek.