This time of year
fog lays down on
neighborhood arbors
alchemy turns leaves into gold under streetlights
fog lays down on
neighborhood arbors
alchemy turns leaves into gold under streetlights
Long year excitations
connect to
short year realities
end of year subtleties meet
expectations wrought in the steel forge of winter
Dew falls hard
lawns lush
mushrooms sprout
thoughts collect
branches weighed down by thoughts run amok
To stay
To go
To suffer
To wander
To allow
To accept
To deny
To relax and relax
To relax, relax, relax
symmetry lost
obscured by grey rainclouds
noisy neurotic din
prolonged conversations
feelings collect in puddles on sidewalks outside my house
Jutting across
four empty lanes
walking into the grocery
my umbrella snaps closed
eyes scanning flowers
I unexpectedly want springtime
