Seasons

Summer is almost
Over as just begun

Did I catch the wave at
The shot of June’s gun?

Everything has been
Weave and scramble

Dodging the heat
As rent by gamble

Weeds now at seed
Need pulling speed

Gardening’s the one
Project craving feed

Kept wanting to focus
On editing and music

But maybe these are
Fall to winter projects

When sunlight pales
As cold sings its gale

And by a heater’s fire
Hours spent are cozy