whoever said there are only four seasons
has no imagination.

what do we call the hot hot sun
the sets in just before October
and tricks us all into thinking
that love is not a real thing.

or the super frigid wind
that wafts in half way through
fall and freezes out hearts
so that they crack in the autumn.

nothing for the midfall blooming flowers!
the six day rain right before winter,
or the last night of short shorts.

whoever said there is only four seasons
had no love.

when the summer gets so hot
that it is clearly beyond summer
and the flowers die, and we march.

the week before summer when we all stop
doing whatever it was we were doing
in the first place. that important time
where we must begin to relearn
who we were before the season started.

whoever said there is only four seasons
had no imagination.