Spanning the Seasons

                                                                             

Snow's still on the ground

But everything says it's Spring,

Even the gray blue sky.

Christmas ornament

Still glistens red on the tree;

Always draws my eye.

Swings and chairs empty;

Where are the joyous asses

That fill these blank seats?

Tiny white cluster

Arising amidst the dead leaves;

Spanning the seasons.

The old truck rattles

As it bounces down the road;

Loud in emptiness.

Many cut down trees

Lying by the side of the road

Are still white with life.

A lone goose travels

Unseen in the morning haze;

Then his call's gone, too.

Chewing on something,

Rosie's discovered some dreck;

She's almost smiling.