IN DEFENSE OF SEASONS
The thought of warm sunny days
year long
is alluring
but what would I do
when I wake one day
tiring of summer sun
beating on my head
I’m dreaming of cool crisp mornings
of colored leaves swirling
chrysanthemums waving their feather heads
furthermore
what would I do when I wake one day
tiring of dried brown leaves crunching
and pots of sodden chrysanthemums
which have had their day
I’m dreaming of a cold blue sky
a warm soft scarf around my neck
a river running with ice and snow
over smooth grey rocks
inspiring a new year