Seasonal
January will slide up the drive soon;
New cleats for old boots.
Neighbors have cut down the Maple tree
it will be missed come Autumn.
Winter has its dull days
when the weather turns itself off,
but then there are the bone-cracking gales
and the few bright days
when the sun runs in the snow.
Slowly from the ice and darkness
long hours will shuffle out of their daydreams,
critters will stumble out of hedgerows,
goose-grey skies will learn to fly again,
ugly boots will become homely crocs.
With any luck, tell-tale breezes
will flirt with summer skirts.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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