The Heat is On
In the southwest, spring is
viewed with a touch of worry,
as the Snowbirds leave us,
some east or northwest bound.
Winter’s days of easy warmth
yield to a different story
than in the nation’s cooler reaches,
where summer does not wound.
Southwest falls and winters,
and clearly, early spring,
are the reasons people
visit, and why many choose to stay.
but those remaining after April
know this one true thing,
that for all its beauty, summer’s
heat is our yearly price to pay.
It’s not the small reminders,
with the early heat of May.
With nights still cool, it
still allows a dance or two, a song.
It’s that we know
spring’s rapid days
too soon are summer’s.
My god, they get so long.
Everyday is truly special,
each a part of new beginnings,
living in this temporary vessel,
ever more so in life’s final innings, but
it’s the solstice already, close to the big heat,
and summer lurks, growling,
with her nineties warming the sand
beneath our trembling feet.
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