Summer

The marigold nodded its head in lackadasical assent. As I watched the day bleed from the sky and lay still in this sweltering, slowing, and stilling August heat, I lay stark in this sweltering humid heat.

I remain securely at home in Missouri’s ever changing weather.

In the Spring

It’s green

Surreal

And flowered

Trees,shrubs, daffodils, dogwoods

The wind is light

And perfection

The world explodes

Escaping the implosion of winter in colors

So vibrant and varied that it’s sinful

Then it’s summer,

Early and green and buggy,

Fresh and damp and the new becomes normal

The days are heady and long

Rainstorms and

The after effects of hot steaming pavement

Washed fresh from the preceding weeks

A rainbow

Then the weeks wear on and it’s August

Sweltering

The river beds hot, and, shallow

Bordering stagnant

Humidity so deep

Everyone’s hair curls, or lies in stringy clumps

Of blonde misery

The days drag

Anticipation

Of a seasonal boost, keeps us plodding

Through the thickness of August

September breezes in

Hello, cool, smell, pumpkin and spices are coming

The air holds an expectation of lattes, sweaters, and crisp

October

The leaves are vibrant flags and groups of multifaceted colors

Brisk

And

Brilliant

Humans laughing

And planning

And gathering

In low hums of contented expectations

November

The leaves are dead emblem

Or fallen

Into scattered piles that lie as memories

To laughter, the smell of smoke, and the collective well being of autumnal suns

December

Snow and ice

Warm lighting

Displays of magic, no expenses spared

Elaborate constructions in small

Woodsmoke and cold that

Forces fresh breaths

Hoods

And Scarfs

Embers & Glow

January,

Silver and Blue

And Cold

Parties

And loud celebrations,

Drunken shots

And happiness

Too tight dresses and high heels

Women shine

And men stand along

As the seasons go, January slides by

The snow lies in mounds on the slushed over

Pavement

Roads coated in Salt

Layered grime

Glitters

February, drags,

So tired of the cold

Cannot wait for….

Spring