I’m Looking For An Equinox

No, not the Chevrolet—the one I want’s no car at all— 

For certain though there is, in fact, a new one every fall,

This long awaited equinox, 

That all my neighbors want so much, 

has less to do with cars and such

And more to do with clocks. 

All of us see them more than once, 

But unlike football they have no punts. 

This equinox of which I speak often is so cool,

It can make the “good ol’ boys” surrounding me just drool

That equinox by Chevy
Which can be so very heavy, 

Some blasts of cool air it may bring;
But we crave cool air from shorter days, not air conditioning

When it offers respite from the sun’s hot rays 

The equinox autumnal is our favorite down here.

You “Yanks” can have those warmer days of vernal spring,

 We’d sooner have some fresh cool air, than almost anything.

Fireworks And Thunder On The Fourth of July

Two nights ago it was the 4^thof July

We watched the fireworks, my neighbors and I

Everywhere the skies would brighten then ease

As the displays of others showed over the trees

Nothing odd about this, it appears every time

But the sounds, when they traveled from so many shows,

Kept striking my ears and led me to wonder 

They  sounded so much like a summer storm's thunder.