Wednesday, October 24, 2007

today and in 5 years

because someone else said it's cold, it's
cold. socks rolled up. first
smells of the furnace burning from
the basement. empty treelimbs
scrape the siding. I
am inside, but will
have to mow one last time
if the rain breaks.
maybe it won't
break
until May, then
will rain it's own
rain, but to be
followed by warm, then
cool, then warm,
then
cool.

ds

1 comment:

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

I couldn't live without the seasons. But the sad thing is: the seasons can (and do) live without me.