by Howard Seeman
Boy do I appreciate the coming of Fall,
as I am tired of the heat of Summer.
Boy do I appreciate the coming of Winter,
as it helps me balm the fading beauty of Fall
and lays a dark carpet for the wonder of Spring.
Boy do I appreciate the coming of Spring,
as it renews my strength for life
and melts away my cover ups.
Boy do I appreciate the coming of Summer,
as it warms and frees me to go out again.
Boy do I appreciate the coming of Fall,
as I am tired of the heat of Summer.
Professor Emeritus, C.U.N.Y.; Life Coach at: E Coaching for Helping Professionals; Education Consultant on Classroom Problems at: Pro-Ed Media: Classroom Management Online; Published poet at: Howard Seeman’s Book of Poetry.