Turn the pages of the season, bright and true

You say this is the coldest its been yet
or, this is the warmest
or the chilliest
for the wettest or the hottest
but when you are unaccustomed
to the varying degrees
to the changing seasons
because your body is unfamiiar
to the changing temperature
you become sure
this is the worst, or the best
its been so far

Poetry

Encapsulating Fog
Out my window, the view
a big evergreen tree shrouded in fog
alerts me to the weather status
drifting in and out
waking up now and then
foggy, clear, blue skies, foggy again
vapor accompanies the cigarette smoke
at night, walking around in the darkness
moving cars, looking mysterious
waiting for the veil of fog, un-coveted
to be lifted come noon

I can imagine
the fog and his shroud of cronies
hovering, traveling around
in the morning hours
encapsulating playgrounds
busy with playing children
and supermarket parking lots
and busy intersections
waiting for low eleven
disguising evergreens
from tree watchers
and selfish birds

A Comforting Dream
I had a dream
that we were to wake up
early in the morning
and walk miles and miles
back to the parking lot
but, when I awoke
from the Seroquel-inspired dream
I realized that all was well
that, not to worry
this happened months ago
and that I'm safe and warm
right now
in my bed