Of fair weather, it holds me in its charms.
Godspeed of June, be jealous for light rays.
She’s heard my plea, now let me play and smile.
The pleasantries; hotlanta held at bay.
And withstanding the green and merry glow,
the yellow blooms, the aha reds, sky blues,
I reminisce and kiss and sigh, soaring
with feet of dendrites’ pulse and oxygen.
The rush of oaks, maples, and bonny crépes;
the sweep of wind through open drive - alive!
The ferny mimosas, feathery pink -
Sensations flip; I’m head-to-toe, euphoric.
Teeter-totter…not yet! The sun’s broadcast
will keep the mornings cool - ‘lanta in June!
A blanket of white
Adorns the ground
Two red cardinals
Find their sound
A veil of ice
Atop the drive
Winter’s orders
To stay inside
Sparkling eyes
Study the screen
They grow wide
A frosty dream
School is closed
Confirmation
Untouched snow
Outside, waiting
A subtle crunch
With every step
Leaving footprints
Right and left
In Icy Atlanta
A day of fresh powder
Has the magic of Santa
And equivalent doubters
park and wait and wait
miss a turn, drive forty miles
extra to get home
give me a home where, no traffic does roam and the sirens are quiet (all day)
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