Posted on March 23, 2013April 15, 2021 I know It Will Be Spring I know it will be spring When the geese take up and leave Yes, they’re beautiful graceful things Their droppings though my peeve I resent the season Migration filling skies A calendar with reason Even so tears my eyes Autumn, but a slant of change A casual cool correction Beauty in flight high and strange Season’s savage intersection I remember the sun On its loving summer arc Children ever on the run Sleeveless in the park Grown to love warmth and ease And even winter’s thaw I see the cold an ugly tease Catching me bitter and raw Every day the feathered armada Noisily hugs the shore Summer is persona-non-grata And I want it all the more 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...