Different

sitting in the air conditioning

wondering why the weather takes such odds

to get so cold in winter

that we never would expect

and then, so hot in summer

that our breath is taken away

and the midpoints are so brief

we can barely anticipate the spring

and, yet, by the time fall arrives

we collapse in relief, it seems

and so I wonder what the plan could be

that makes our seasons rock and roll

and need I point out the shaking of earth

the wind that blows our houses away

the rain that drowns our cars and pets

the fires that destroy our forestlands

all of these things are meant to change

but we can look to the heavens

to ask if, perhaps, it could be different