Optimism
The Sunday mundane mowers mow
The hush of summer
Calm and slow,
A sudden abundance
Of people fresh from hibernation
Lull in the lazy languid
Heat and warm sensation
For me the weather is turning,
The rain is so near
I can taste it on my tongue
So near I can breathe it in my lungs
Stop the dam mowing
In my world it’s snowing.
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