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The remnants of August 2024 Hurricane Debbie

Like a humane huntress, she
(the anthropomorphized storm)
brought a spate of cool Autumn like
temperatures and gentle soothing rain
here within my neck of the woods
for the last couple of days.

No matter the fall equinox
and first day of autumn arrives
countless weeks from now
on Sunday, September 22, 2024,
at 08:44 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time
in the Northern Hemisphere
synonymous with The Eastern Time Zone
a time zone encompassing part or all of 23 states
in the eastern part of the United States,
parts of eastern Canada,
and the state of Quintana Roo in Mexico
the only Mexican state to observe EST.

Said geographical area
moved from Central Time to Eastern Time
after a successful lobbying effort
by tourism interests.

In 2015, the state of Quintana Roo changed to a new time zone, Zona Sureste (Southeast Zone), and discontinued daylight saving time, being in UTC-05:00 all year.

Quintana Roo does not
observe daylight saving time.

Though record breaking 
triple digit temperatures
showed no mercy
against the sheltering sky,
(when humanity 
gets bowled over like ten pins
not sparing anyone 
after fury of coming storm
and indiscriminate havoc of mother nature
poised to strike) unleashing
brutally hazy, hot,
and humid dog days gave

weather weary 
woebegone wretched earthlings
something to complain about
and blame the Republicans
no doubt, aforementioned
swath of land experienced temporary respite
and relief against relentless
horrid umpteenth heat wave,
which reprieve and blessing
from the blustering, blistering,

and blasting fiery solar blast furnace
summoning gratitude regarding
temporary prized lull heaven sent
buzzfeeding, and nursing biosphere
with good n plenti liquid precipitation
offering sneak preview when at long last
summer two thousand twenty four
segues into September days awash
with refreshing temperatures and
bathing the terrestrial firmament
with much welcoming rain.

Soon empyrean découpage citadel
will betoken (bespeak) autumnal arrival
as chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature
one humble human doth bid summer adieu.

Already an imperceptible merest trace
hints of crisp cool mornings
and evenings ushering fresh air
French kissed yours truly tongue in cheek
refreshing air wafts thru longish hair
trademark characteristic property
aging pencil neck geek
attends brief bathroom charge coffee
exotic brew jolted kidneys leak
urine not kidding water closet doth reek.

Back after I did potty hod dee.

How grand when third season
of two thousand and twenty four
visits upon us mortals
Montgomery county, Pennsylvania
said geographic real estate sloughs
(i.e. sheds) summer dog days
necessitating unshuttered windows
allowing, enabling and providing natural aeration
to circulate thru unit B44
cozy one bedroom apartment.

I will stave off clicking
the central air conditioning unnecessarily,
nor crank up british thermal units
(the amount of heat needed to raise
one pound of water at maximum density
through one degree Fahrenheit,
equivalent to 1.055 × 103 joules)
until bone chilling cold arrives,
though hard to believe,
yet invariably come
Jack Frost will make his debut
and like clockwork, yours truly will renege
and surrender creature comfort,
albeit climate controlled temptation
similar when global warming
quite evident predicated upon
Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction.

Though ecology minded
quick acclimation to unseasonable
hot or cold temperatures
will find me (a contrarian) eating his words
adjusting thermostat dial
by way of explanation to remove the chill
no matter cranking up heat
will invariably aggravate palmar hyperhidrosis
whereas turning on air conditioning
doth thwart excessive sweating of palms
during sweltering triple digit

Ah... remembrance of wood burning stove papa lit,
to dispense chill pervading childhood home
324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm"
within national (local registry)
when Leiper family initially occupied estate
at that time (think early twentieth century)
merely intended as summer getaway.

This time of year finds me
to reminisce and wax poetic
nostalgia more pronounced,
particularly as aspiring wordsmith
orbitz the sun seemingly with greater rapidity
twelve months cycling at light speed
accentuated when flora and fauna
exhibit metaphorical raiment
presaging fall fashion
linkedin with approaching senescence
prompting choleric, generic, and homeric 
garden variety Homo sapien
to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid.

Gentrification impossible mission
thus thy lovely bones will subsequently
become repurposed into ashes sprinkled
hither and yon to and fro
across elysium fields 
of happy hunting grounds.
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