Storm Warnings and the End of Proverbial Summertime
Darkening sky in unseasonable weather
The world’s cool kiss is a blessing
When normally there would be scorching heat
Baking my body in a hot convection oven
Burning my fingers on everything I touch
That had been left in the sunlight
Yet the cool, storm-ridden air worries me
Because it is so very different from normal
I end up wondering if it signals a shift
That will change the way we live all
Around the world and bring to an end
The relative paradisiacal summertime
That I have been, proverbially speaking
Living in for all of my life
I wonder if the bad old days are
Returning the way the media suggests with
All this hate mongering and rabid
Intolerance holding sway in
Social and political forums that we
Depend on for the protection of our freedoms
From the awful, barbaric past
That we barely managed to live through
So, I look upon this beautiful storm-ridden day
This darkening sky in unseasonable weather
And wonder if it portends changes
That will end this proverbial summer
Within which I have lived
The whole of my life thus far
5/16/11
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