Seasons

Finally a cold front in the desert,

A bit ironic yet still a pleasure.

Temperatures drop and you feel the chill,

Long sighs of relief begin to instill.

Of course in the summer, a time was had,

Some nights unforgettable, while others all bad.

Still geeked as ever, going into a new season,

Head nods and hand shakes to every man that can see him.

The air feels fresh and the stars seem bright,

The desert comes alive in the cool, crisp night.

With the weight of heat lifted, the night's like a song.

A promise of change as the days move along.

He walks with a swagger, at ease in his stride.

Embracing the change, letting the past slide.

For in the desert seasons are few,

But each one brings something beautifully new.

Author: Shai Cam