The Labor Day weekend is considered the end of summer in the United States. To commemorate the occasion here are 10-word poems on the theme of summer. I don't believe this is an established poetry form; I misunderstood a 10-word challenge by a poetry group I belong to. Even if the form is accidental, I like the results. Not quite haiku, but similar in pithiness.
Evening’s sticky languor
oozes down the block,
porch by porch.
frosty morning fingerwarmers,
summer steering wheel oven mitts.
Tomato wedge, basil,
olive oil drizzle:
summer’s labor's tenfold reward.