Remember the deck,
That thing we used to sit on
Back when the days were long,
The sun was hot, and
Time wasn’t eaten up with work.
That was awhile ago,
Summer,
The best season,
Chilling time.
seasons
Running The Laurels
Taken by the trails,
Wet leaves covering mounds of horse poop,
Rocks settled in the peet,
Smelly, but sound footing, nonetheless.
Weak winds blew a teasing wind,
Just enough for the climate deniers,
Certainly, they can’t believe a real winter is coming.
Each step was beautiful,
The agony of the hills,
The picturesque run up to the creek,
The Rockwell shuffle through covered bridges.
Alas, there was a heavy sweat on my brow,
A sure sign that it was too hot for this late date,
Take that climaticians.
Uncertainty Haiku
What can be controlled
Not seasons, they go their way
Get on that rhythm
Valentines Stuff Is Out Already
Cold rain,
No snow, though
Seasonal returns
A No Sun Day
Dark starting days
Extend the night
Through the working hours
Leaving me back in the dark.
Change Is Slow
Relentless is Winter’s cold breath
How about Spring?
Pox.
Change Up
Sun came hard today
Spring pushed Winter out of mind
Don’t get too cocky
Return Leaves: Inevitability
“You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.” Albert Camus
Changing seasons know
Time keeps going without fail.
Sunny mornings come.
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Giving Up
Winter has given up.
The colors have taken over,
Grasses are being mowed,
The deck can be used again.
Spring has won.
The spirit of life is renewed,
Days are long,
I’m putting the coats away.
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