Seasons

Winter whispers its last dying gasp,
Taking the leafless trees to sleep
And I swear
I won’t complain when summer scorches these frozen toes,
I’ll dance in the 100 degrees,
I’ll wonder why those who can’t stand the cold or the hot don’t relocate
To California.
Here, in Oklahoma, you’re gonna get your seasons
Even if they converge in each other,
Forget to say please and thank you,
To wait for the signs.

A thousand different prayers for relief
From cold
From heat
From mosquitos
From low death tolls when the tornados roll in.

Yes, winter whispers and summer decides to stay
Fall and Spring can vie for the leftovers

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