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For Many Seasons
For many seasons I have sheltered here
In safety behind these walls
From lyrical youthful days of spring
to banshee like winter's squall
Golden harvested days with a nip
My favorite of them all
In the dead of winter born to this place
Summer an alien world
The month of July a gauntlet
A course to be abhored
The stark beauty of a winters day trees
black silhouetted against sky
A fire to stay warm easily done
Escape heat I'd see you try
Even if we strode around naked
There is just more to cook to a turn
Convectional winds superheated
Solar rays guaranteeing to burn
Within these walls where I reside
of flesh and scaffold of bone
I would happily abide with winter,spring,fall
and leave old Summer alone
The light is at the tunnels end
the weather channel predicts
The dog days arriving well before time
No more this year summer sics
I'll eat popcicles whenever I want to
Shower ten times a day
Do whatever to ride out this heatwave
and let summer have its way
Copyright ©
Vickey Rhymer
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