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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

 

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