One hears the southward traffic of geese
ever more frequently over head as the temperature drops.
The garage doors open
and the non de-script leave from their similar houses
as the wind winds around and around
to makes us all feel comforted
as winter makes her slow passage to our gates,
where she will sit and visit to an overstayed welcome
and abruptly leave in a mushy mess of floods and flowers
so spring can wipe away our tears of icicled pain
but swiftly leave again as Summer bullies his way into our hearts
and claim to bring sunshine and growth
but will spoil it all with a conniving fall
into the plains of a wet white once more
as all the while our watchers call out
the seasonal changes form above
as they fly from lakes to lagoons.
Mise le Meas Jan 14th 2011 (Written sometime on September 24th 2010 looking out my upstairs window)
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