It's hot outside. Today's the kind of day you would remember from years ago, when you used to wake up at whatever time your body's internal clock thought was suitable, and in your state of remembrance, there's heat, filing your brain with red and orange-colored thoughts, and if for the fifteen to twenty minutes you're … Continue reading Heat
What's the call of the seasons? Spontaneous 90 degree weather signals Summertime is in full-force Winds of change command attention When's the next spring? When's the next autumn? Warmth warms and cool air cools But the weather improves not Summer is summer And summer never changes.
Don't call it rain It's not a storm Don't call it wind It's not a tornado Don't call it earth It's not quaking Don't call it rain Don't call it rain.
Bless the mayor with warmth. It's a cold spring day in town, And he needs a coat.