four season poetry
in the unpredictable spring
the poet writes of rain and birth
welcoming freshness
unfolding everywhere
in the hot summer sun the poet
writes of sweat and stifling heat
lemonade and iced tea
and the faraway sounds
of the ice cream van
when autumn approaches and
death is sure to follow
the poet writes of impending doom
and desperate days to come
but when winter arrives
and sub-zero temperatures set in
the poet remains silent
except when northern winds
or black bird wings
bring back to life
backyard metal chimes
january two thousand sixteen
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