Saturday, 5 December 2009

and then until

in autumn, everything darkens,

cuts away from bark and drops


in winter, ice

like glass holds back goods

and then

in spring, to step away and

keep us warm by poking green, busy bee,

and then

in summer, touch

and step through glass and action, cut

to warm flowers and holding hands


1 comment:

  1. captures the seasons - and makes me think of how to bridge this into a poem about life's seasons...