I have no time for winter blues
A clear sky has little else to choose
Gone is the rain
That flooded my brain
It’s a return to the mountain views

Pouring the sunshine out of our hearts
Deep in the valley, the cloud departs
High season, no joke
Then awaiting the smoke
Of burning fields when summer restarts

Submitted to dVerse Zeugmatically Speaking and inspired by other poems written there. Not quite sure I’ve hit the mark with this one and I find limericks to be lazy poems but this one fell into place.