slow down, get outside morenow that it's not so wicked hot.
The trees know what to do.
Cold water and birds heading south
for the winter are packing their bags.
Not time yet; they want to enjoy
the leaves a bit longer
before they make the trip, but soon.
Go ahead and get their rooms ready,
they'll be here before you know it,
along with tourists wanting to forget
the snow and frost,
and part-timers who can take
neither the heat nor the cold. They're
lukewarm, but Florida won't spew
them out of her mouth until
their money runs out,
or Mother's Day next year,
whichever comes first.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2012
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