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For Many Seasons

For many seasons I have sheltered here 
In safety behind these walls

From lyrical youthful days of spring
to banshee like winter's squall

Golden  harvested  days  with a nip
My favorite of them all

In the dead of winter born to this place
Summer an alien world

The month of July a gauntlet
A course to be abhored

The stark beauty of a winters day trees
black silhouetted against sky

A fire to stay warm easily done
Escape heat I'd see you try

Even if we strode around naked
There is just more to cook to a turn

Convectional winds superheated 
Solar rays guaranteeing to burn

Within these walls where I reside
of flesh and scaffold of bone

I would happily abide with winter,spring,fall
and leave old Summer alone

The light is at the tunnels end
the weather channel predicts

The dog days arriving well before time
No more this year summer sics

I'll eat popcicles whenever I want to
Shower ten times a day

Do whatever to ride out this heatwave
and let summer have its way

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Date: 7/8/2022 9:11:00 AM
I'm with you, Vickey. Summer seems to get worse every year. Perhaps it's an effect of aging, as I used to look forward to June - August. Oh well... You've nailed it, as far as I'm concerned. Smiles, Gershon
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Vickey Rhymer
Date: 7/10/2022 5:14:00 PM
It will be over before we know it.Hopefully.

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