Hot And Cold
Hot And Cold
Miracle Man
7/31/2024
August will most surely bring us some scorch,
prompting this old dog to remain inside.
Perhaps a short visit to the front porch,
but whatever comes I'll take it in stride.
Each year I gladly suffer the swelter,
just to reap the fringe benefits of fall.
Time has elapsed from the old storm shelter,
the wind quickly turns brisk and Snow Geese call.
The leaves start to turn and soon start falling,
which creates raking chores that must be done.
Which never strikes me as too enthralling,
but at raking time I'll not be the one.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2024
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