The blustery base from snow white storms
A pleasant January seems out of the norm
Properties and pathways laid out like a grid
With soil and sand sold to the highest bid
Spring swings in late like your kin
Never when we expect it
But exactly when intended
With windows open we welcome it in
Summer's always a crap shoot
Wizened one week, irriguous the next
The contrast greets us with petrichor
The smell of fresh rain, I always want more
Summer's end brings seasons change
Plenty of colors, out come the covers
Autumn leaves crumble, watch them all fall
Fowl fly south, feathers flutter in the wind
We're all searching for cordial weather
Patiently I wait praying
Soon both will be back again
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