It may be the middle of June
yet it’s too soon to tell
how summer will unfold. 

A hurricane may bring us
 heavy wind and rain.

I’m told it may be very hot
but that’s  not any more
than one’s prediction.

It may be cool and wet 
and we will get weary 
of the dreary days.

It may almost cook us
and we’ll fuss.

We may get a touch of fine weather
and we’ll weather that with much  pleasure.

The time will go so fast
and soon we’ll be guessing about the autumn
and many will be be raking leaves.

If one is too old  to rake, then try remembering.

And then remember winter, too —
about when it’s November.

Some time ago I sold my snow blower
and moved south —
with few regrets — but some!

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