Will Summer Ever End

Written 09/06/06 by Norine

I guess I am not so much of a sun worshiper.

I guess I love the still of winter,

it's frozen white plains, narrowing the view of the landscape

to a single solitary color.

I guess I like the quiet of falling snow.

Drifting down, sometimes like slow motion animation,

sometimes speeding down like a frozen fluffy rain,

but always a soft hush ensues.

I guess I like to hear the tiny crush of snow

as my feet pass over the path ,

walking through the trees with their laden boughs,

dressed up in their winter gowns,

sparkling greater than any diamond could.

I guess I love to view Mount Rainier, topped like a sundae

with whipped cream all the way to the bottom,

turning pink in the sunset on a clear day.

I am not a hotty. I am a coldy.

I guess I like sitting in my front room with the blinds up

and the curtains thrown back, with the TV off,

the music of bluegrass in the background,

a fire glowing behind the screen, crackling and spitting,

it's warmth warming me far greater than any sun could,

as I just sit and watch the greatest show on earth.

You may keep your hottest summer days.

There is nothing so remarkable to remember

about a hot day in and of itself.

Oh, the family and friends at the BBQ

or the biggest wave you ever rode, yes,

but those are things aside from the weather.

A snowy day IS about the weather.

October will come, oh yes it will my friends,

and the first day that I leave for work,

where the hint of winter hits the tip of my nose

with its stinging icy breath,

and the smell of the first wood smoke

from fires too long abandoned ignite my senses,

that will be my happiest day

since winter took it's sabbatical an eternity ago.

Will summer ever end. In my part of the world, gladly, it will.

I guess I am winters child,

longing for home,

longing for the comfort of my white blanket,

and shorter days, and longer nights.