Jacaranda blooms fall
Littering sidewalks and streets
A season too early
The wind sways
Swirling and cooling
Summer like Spring days
And it makes me wonder
What will Summer feel like?
Will it be warmer?
Will it be hotter?
Will it be sweltering?
Would it be ridiculous to think
If summer came a season early
Will Fall appear in June?
I suppose that's what they mean by 'June Gloom'
When the sticky residue of jacaranda blooms decimate the paint on my car
Does it make my complaint about the unusually warm weather valid?
'Climate change' is supposed to deflect the term 'Global warming'
Either way it feels like we're paying the price for poor choices
Talk of the weather normally means small talk
Does this mean poems about the weather mean small poems?
I think it means we're all screwed
Well at least my car is