Septembers flowers

Despite the comforts of summer
While evil and negativity
because
It is hot, people are angry,
Fuses are short,
such cynicism
I plant my flowers in
September

Because I need to know that
After
the frost I will live, be
Renewed in the love of
February
Tap into the beauty of March,
The few
months, covered in a

Blanket of snow while life
lays
Dormant under a sea of white to
Restore it's
self for next year;
There is plenty of time to
think
When the telephone does not ring

No
one travels anywhere and
The planes are grounded,
you
Make the best of which you are
Where you are at,
my attempts
that will most certainly
die

The blue glow of the TV set,
Watching
video tapes, yet
Even in the south or the
west
Alternatively, the equator you may
Escape
winters wrath, yet you

Don't ignore it's effects,
and
When the birds return, and everyone's
Countenance
changes, I am a
Better person this year, unless
I
Fall into the traps of summer again