i watch them,

standing outside
the funeral home;

smoking
trivializing
laughing.

"another one dead"
"another life over"
i can hear them exclaim.

"i remember when"
"i remember how"
"i remember the way he"
"i remember"
they continue....

cigarettes litter
the ground around them,
cliches and promises break the silence.

then,
a few hugs,
a few goodbyes.

until they get together to stand outside the funeral home once again.

only this time,
one of them is not present.

summer, I loathe you.

  you do absolutely nothing for me, that much is true.

my fancy, has never been struck by the likes of you.

    summer, your presence never captivates me but instead, leaves me feeling blue.

you make the simplest of tasks unbearable, you stink !

      summer, you often bring tempers and patience to the edge, the brink.

i don't need your filthy habits and your disgusting smelling lovers next to me.

   i need the freshness of an Autumn breeze that brings a man like me to my tired knees.

     so, soon enough it's good riddance to you summer, and your smelly lovers.

     soon I can be free of you at long last, and nestle myself underneath a few covers.

summer let me be frank, i detest your filthy, *****, sweaty ways.

    so buh bye summer, i have just about as much need for you as I do for tooth decay !

if i live long enough to embrace Autumn once more.

     i will breathe in its air like it's my last inhale.

         i will not assume that i am entitled for an encore.

  if i make my 52'nd birthday this Autumn, in this life i will know,  i have not failed.

             the rusty reds, perfect peaches and October orange hues are a beauty that has no rival !

      Autumn is my mistress, she is a very special part of my own survival.

      Autumn like my 52'nd birthday is at my doorstep knocking.

            Autumn is the season that has kept this half century year old man young and rocking.

give me the cool nights by a crackling smokey fire.

      give me those colors Autumn that, only YOU can share and that I desire.

and take away the ***** sweaty feeling of summer.

    summer, the season that is always such a drag, to me, a ******.

           Autumn, bring me back to sunday sauce and long sleeves.

bring me back to trees full of unique hues and mesmerizing leaves.

     buh bye summer, i don't care if i were to ever see you again.

              52, with another Autumn under my belt makes me...indeed

one of the luckiest men.

Oh honey bee that loves my sunflower

Feel free to buzz around for more than an hour

The two of you together form an incredible power

Wait patiently for the rain of life to once again upon you lovingly
shower

Oh sunflower

Oh sunflower

my love for you
will never
sour