Stale Cold Smell of Morning

3/4/00 9:59 am
Charles Dum

You wouldn't think, from one day to the next,
A person's thoughts would change so rapidly.
Down, sad, disturbingly mad to
Happy, with joy, not being annoyed!

You have not witnessed then,
the dawning of spring

Crisp, cool mornings that fade in their sharpness
While giving way to lively, gay, warm afternoons
Without the oppressive heat of the summer flame.

Thusly does the Oregonian trade in his slacks,
Thusly does the Oregonian trade in her long dress,
Thusly does he don shorts instead,
Thusly does she don a skirt instead,
Never changing are the sandals or boots.

Outside I can spy a few playing tennis
Where just a few days ago were not!
Yet somehow the big ball of flaming
gas in the sky knows how to flip the switch
That will turn our sadness to joy,
Sullenness to gaiety, and fould mood to cheerfulness.

Strange indeed that such an inanimate object
That just happens to be
Hurling istelf through the particle of space we call the galaxy
Should have such a profound impact
On out day to day interactions with ourself and each other.

Yes, interaction with our self,
That was no mistake.
I'm no ruler of typos,
Talk to my fiancée for that!

A slight chill permeates this room as we
take into our brains fruits form the tree
of knowledge.
If such tree exists...

A state of wakefulness dissapears as the prof. begins to lecture,
but that is just class, and not even spring can change that.