Sunday, January 30, 2011

Season Shift

Season shift

In the air no dandelion seed,
and the scent of fir will never
shift to the scent of fire…
and winter will not come again.

We wait for bugs to find
the tomatoes, deer to go to
someone else’s garden,
and all lawns to grow perfectly.

It’s another long wet spring
that never ended. Birds sing,
children play, hikers hike.
In the town, yard-salers circle.

And this becomes another summer day
like any other - with countless,
countless more on the docket.
How real is this story?