She was sweating in sweltering heat,
Each step taken was baking on concrete,
She longed for days end and the cooling dark
As she made her way to the brown grass park.

These are days of warmth dreamed in the winter.

Drought trees were dying in the hot summer,
Falling off brown not waiting for color,
Every movement was a heat stroke risk,
Where were those mornings when the air was brisk

These are days of warmth dreamed in the winter.

Then one twilight she needed a sweater,
Gone were the dripping days of mid summer,
All the stores had signs of Back to school,
At last fall was coming the year would cool.