Ode to Cooler Weather

Days like this, I miss The Color of the Snow,

the Spring and All

the cooler seasons. The office will be 

an Air-Conditioned Nightmare, but without it, 

I might become an Animalinside,

No Longer Human.

In the ninety-degree heat, 

I Stand Still Like the Hummingbird to avoid

Nausea or Death In Midsummer.

Mrs. October Was Here, but now she’s gone, 

and I long for a Midwinter Day.