In other places summer still burns Strongly in the heart of August Not here in the Pacific Northwest Instead of the dog days the cool Winds of fall have begun their creep Stealing away the heat one night For it never to return for nine months Replaced instead by gray mornings Of an August claiming to have fulfilled Its role in the seasons even as it sends Creeping fog laced with cold dew To nip at the heels of the walker still In flip flops not ready to accept change That is only perceptible in the weather As the evergreens never betray coming Fall in the way their easternly cousins do
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Very nice flow to this.
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I really like the word “nip” here, Tom… the whole poem was lovely 🙂
BTW – you wrote “it’s” in one place, where I think you intended to write “its”… (forgive me if I’m wrong!)
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David
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You’re correct. I updated. I’m not threaten by corrections of errors because I am made of them.
Thank you for your kind words!
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I always appreciate being corrected myself, but not everyone does…
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David
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Up here in the northEASTERN corner, we have weird seasons as well, including Mudseason (lasts almost forever between Winter and Spring) and our usual 4 or 5 day Summer.
Awesome work. Thanks.
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Yea, I think our weather is in a kinship with England. That or the settlers did the same thing to piss off the sun
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The cold can be a nasty pinch after warm weather.
Great writing! 🙂
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