seasons

 

on the swell of the hill

   arms crossed beneath my head

 

tall grass, verdant and waving, blue sky,

   white clouds above

 

that is all there is

 

~

  

monarchs pass north to south

   winding their way

 

through the clearing

   leaves changing, not yet fallen

 

geese, too, fly north to south

 

~

 

flickers, cardinals, bluebirds, juncos

   come for tidbits

 

i cannot see, or even imagine

   but come they do

 

to the seemingly barren lawn

 

~

 

for you, spring, it just another cycle

   it means nothing

 

to me it is the river flowing, the metronome winding down

   it is inevitability

 

so it is, so it goes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2021-02-02 at 13:54

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo!
Ken D
2021-02-02


Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Fabulous description of the natural world!
2021-02-02


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this, the starkness of the spring colours, a watery sun giving hope and the birds


Elle x
2021-02-02


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written with a wonderful sense of stillness.
2021-02-02