Favorite
Season
My favorite season
When all mosquitoes
Are dead.
Put your light jackets
And carry on.
Meantime, spiders and snakes
Are not dead,
Just sleep and hibernate.
They are not dead.
They will be back.
Bugs and humidity
Are gone,
Just remember with dignity –
They never disappear
Forever.
My favorite season
When yellow flowers
Or rabbit brush turns
In a lovely shadow
Of dignity dirty crimson.
Tomshinsky@2026
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