We slumbered through the Summer
and then wondered where it went,
who was it spent our sunshine?

In the Winter when it comes
there'll be gumboots and glum faces
and who's to blame?

It's only seasonal adjustments
for politicians
and the malcontents,
which may be true.

Next Summer
I'll stay awake,
watch the grass turn brown
and bake
take time to watch the sunsets
and
save some pictures for the grandkids.