A Gift And A Reminder

Some are born to celebrate, rushing headlong into summer, thrilling to morning awakenings. Sleeping air conditioners drone, and hibernating lawnmowers growl. Ah but those are memories. Here in Florida, grumpy old men complain of heat, and curse humidity, till I remind then once again of ice, and snow, and slush, and mud. Some are born to celebrate every season like a wandering child. We cannot wait to get outdoors. Every sunrise is an adventure. Every storm is a gift, and a reminder. ~~~~~ Another poem inspired by Ray Bradbury's delightful novel, Dandelion Wine.