On Maui there are no seasons

Not really

There is hot season, cool season, Christmas season

When the whales are here

And when the aren’t

We are in the hot season now

No whales

Summer they call it

But it looks like every other day

Just a might bit warmer- the days a touch longer

 

Maui time is real

We forget to use clocks

We forget what day it is

What month

Surrounded by intense beauty

Lackadaisical

Hard to tell the hippies from the business people

Poets are everywhere

Painters and musicians live amongst us

Shoes are optional

The ocean and sand are our constants

 

Sometimes I miss the falling colors

The first snow

The fresh blooms of spring

Most days I don’t

I am in the season of my life

Twirling in the ocean’s spell

Hypnotized by the palm tree sway

Carried into seasons without any signposts

Drifting, swimming  timeless

 

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