Message from a Temperate Clime
Peeking through patches of melting snow
And the thrill of going without a coat,
That's what I remember of spring.
All day spent in drifting along
On the creek with a leaky canoe,
That's how I think back to summer.
Brown leaves piled high on the ground
And the smell of wood smoke at night,
That's how I recall my autumn.
A snowfall that fell a long time ago
And covered a forest of trees far away,
That's what I know of winter.
Wherever I go and whatever I do,
I live in a calendar outside of time
Where seasons can follow
Their own sense of rhyme
And reason is never allowed to bring down
The scaffolds erected by feelings sublime.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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