Temperature Is Relative
It is seventy-five degrees today
I am shrieking with a hip-hip-hooray!
Funny that it seems extremely cool.
Welcome when our kids come back to school.
In March seventy-five would have seemed hot.
But it’s been a hundred, so it’s cooled a lot.
Wisely sage, these thoughts run through my dendrite sieve,
Comfort, temperature and weather are relative.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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