In the mornings, the garlands and wreathes are drenched with
dew
And the brightly colored bows sag in the heat
The wooden snowman in the garden has his painted eyes on the rising sun
As he wonders silently why he is out
For the summer
And the brightly colored bows sag in the heat
The wooden snowman in the garden has his painted eyes on the rising sun
As he wonders silently why he is out
For the summer
There is a fleeting day of summer
When the mist hangs heavy in the air
And a warm breeze stirs the leaves
People can relax in the heat
There is a laziness induced by the utter lack of shivering at this time of year
But the wise men never get too comfortable
Because the warmth lasts only till the next rain, the next wind
When winter once again breaths it’s frosty breath on the poor, coatless southerners
Because the warmth lasts only till the next rain, the next wind
When winter once again breaths it’s frosty breath on the poor, coatless southerners
In New Orleans
Where you can never depend on the whether
You can always depend on people
Every one as different as a snowflake
And while there is no white Christmas here
And the weather is scarcely frightful
And Frosty the Snowman is made of plastic and filled with air
When there is singing in Jackson Square,
The city is covered, not in a blanket of frosty white
But in a blanket of happy voices
Warmth, Merriment
And love
Emily, age 15