The Wobble

 I am not sure where this pixilated frame grab came from but it's good 

the planet wobbles

From the deep pool of calm 

that comes at the end 

of a long slow exhale

that is Winter

Our next breath 

comes to us 

as the spring 

The flowers bloom

and the sweet smell of Spring

mixes with the scent of Coppertone

I haven't been sure of the day of the week
since before Christmas
wake me when the
warm breeze blows

Ahh Summer