The lizards are out.
They crawl among us again,
Bringing about an end to a season.
Winter has passed.

A cold shiver now
Turns into an uncomfortable sweat.
Our armor becomes lesser.
Our days become longer.

The sun pierces our skin,
The cold no longer protects us.
People show more skin.
The time of temptation.

Christmas becomes St. Marys feast.
The fan replaces the christmas tree.
It is now not a time to gather,
But a time to go out in the sun.

Getting drunk by the beach,
Enjoying sweet waves on your feet.
Sand crawling on your hands.
A slight breeze in your hair.

Summer is here.
Winter is dead.
The heat prevails.
The cold descends.