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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