Goodbye Summer Poem by Mark Heathcote

Goodbye summer, summer goodbye
Her stay was only brief
I wish she'd stay and magnify
Warmer-dryer, relief.

But very soon her leaves shall fall.
We'll bolt the kitchen door
And remain here cold inside—sprawl
Shivering abhor.

Oh, how I hate each frigid winter
Oh, how I hate cold feet.
Oh, how I hate each midwinter
I can't afford to heat.

Oh, how I hate absent summer
For taking leave of me.
Oh, how I love hot midsummer
Each flower's idiosyncrasy.