Northern Hemisphere


It’s cold up here,
Nothing like Minnesota,
They dialed the Sun,
Down low to freeze my tush off,
Okay, I lie,
Tepid or just below it,
But, all the same,
Nothing like Minnesota.


Fall Cleaning


In the northern hemisphere,
The daytime fades away,
Let’s organize our fleeting thoughts,
And find which ones’ll stay,

It’s time to pack the airy shirts,
And postcards from the beach,
Let’s go unpack our somber thoughts,
So, they’re in easy reach.