Changing Season
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Changing of Seasons
David J Walker
It wasn’t that I wanted my world
To be frozen
It’s just that the season chosen
Naturally will not be like today
Not the sweltering hot heat
That turns the asphalt street into a
Fakers pit of bubbling fire that tourists
Admire and pay to see the bottoms of
His feet and swoon
At least
That’s how I remember the
Hottest days of June
Perhaps as I grow older and remember
Winter winds much colder breaching the
Zipper of my heavy coat
I can sit and gloat by the fire pit
to the young imaginations of
My grandchildren about how this storm
Is not a bit like what I went through just
To walk to school every day
Up-hill all the way
At least
That’s how I remember the
Coldest days of December
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2020
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