The Time Between the Seasons
On the cusp of neither this nor that
Comes the time I switch to another hat,
And try to determine to put away
The clothes I’m wearing for another day
On the cusp of neither.
Comes the time I switch to another hat
Will tomorrow be as cold as winter’s chill,
Or warm and cozy, I must think of that,
With hot coffee or iced tea drink my fill
On the cusp of neither.
Will tomorrow be as cold as winter’s chill
Blue skies can mean a warming trend
To light the fireplace … or outside grill?
Seems hot and cold only rarely blend
On the cusp of neither.
Blue skies can mean a warming trend
But not always so, blue can mean cold
And time between the seasons, friend,
Allows for a changing of gears, I am told
On the cusp of neither.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
Written July 7, 2022
Submitted to “The Time Between the Seasons” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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