Frost
May 26 2021
They're calling for frost.
Yet yesterday was a scorcher,
muggy and hot
as if summer were here to stay.
Odd weather, these days,
whipsawed this way and that
as if the gods of weather
were at war,
and we
the poor earthbound creatures
who thought there was some kind of order
to the ways of the world
are collateral damage;
dressing in the wrong clothes,
watching our gardens
succumb to the cold,
looking up at the sky
bewildered.
But, of course, there are no gods
no one's in charge.
And change, as they say, is good.
So let go
of any expectations
illusions of control.
Cover the garden.
Get out the wool socks.
And if it snows
don't bother shovelling,
it will summer be soon enough.
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