Friday, September 27, 2013

Whiplash (Poem 178)

Hello, Pacific Northwest,*
Look, your clouds
Are all about! 
Don't let summer 
Give you whiplash 
On her F1-style way out.
What, you never noticed
When Winter turned to Spring?
That's because the difference
Didn't mean a blasted thing.
And Fall? Forget it! It's a game
That other regions play--
They're not for you, 
those vivid months,
Your Fall's counted in days.
Yes, for six bright weeks
Your toes were warm,
Your windows open wide.
But August's gone,
And Winter's long,
So find a place to hide.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Typical sunny day in WA State

*Lest I get hate mail from lovers of cold, dark, and damp, let me assure you this was written purely tongue-in-cheek.