I am not one for change.
Summer is just fine
by me, although I am tired of weeds.
A cold snap, a deep freeze
will take care of my garden woes.
I refuse to enter September
I will go kickin’ and screamin’
no matter the neighbor’s talkin’.
Oh, but dear, who will take care
the weeds growing in your hair?
It is 2:00 am and these damn anxious thoughts won’t let me be so I hope by chopping them up and putting them out to dry, I can light a fire to keep warm by this frozen winter.