Spring Waking whiffs of rosy odors Whip into my nostrils. The smell springs life into the budding trees. New life is applauded By screaming sparrows Singing in unison their songs of glee. Overhead the V of geese Cruises northward toward the pole. These longer days take their toll on me. My back yawns from exhaustion, Getting roasted By the sometimes chilly Sun. He’s brighter than he used to be And walks more slowly through the sky. The melting snow soaks my shoulder blades. Its sitting slush weighs me down. But soon again it freezes Upon arrival of gray blinds That March steadily, Drawing across the Heavens, Blotting out the Sun. As soon as all the snow’s removed Thunder soaks me even still. His clouds break to show a bow From hard red to indigo. I see hope that I once sowed Bouncing from the bend toward my brow. The heat radiates from me Back to the sky Where it will magnify And return. Summer The bead of sweat that’s hugging tight My jawline hits my cleft And falls to the cracking sidewalk Flooding an army of ants Marching toward the melting cone Dropped by a crying child, Mom dragging him along To escape my gaze that never shifted. Others come and go— And even lay around me— But eventually all rise to leave. But not me, I fall deeper still. The clouds repeat themselves, And the birds play their greatest hits. The cycling Sun weighs heavy on my frame, My skin depressed by its immense mass Pulling my skin tighter toward my core. This is it, My throat is void of thirst For it only contains death and begging. I try to cry for a drink But only dust escapes my lips. I feel the final flight of air Brush against my tongue Followed by the thinnest glimpse of life Splash against my single tooth, Its debris making its way to my throat. Down the hatch, The sprinkle rejuvenates my spirit. This bone dryness will soon be flooded with a new fear: A flood to take me away. But it never comes Only sprinkles to tease me with hope. This cycle of damp and dry Repeats with the moon in the sky. Tormenting temptation is halted With the introduction of a single leaf Touching down on my forehead Telling me the cool air Is soon to follow its lead. Fall And soon I’m covered in leaves. A mosaic of yellow, auburn, red, and green …Hints of rotting brown… That will only be blown away by the gusts That whip my stationary face. The synchronized laughter that once filled the air Slowly fades to nothing. Only occasional eruptions of cheers And stomping feet from the field near me– A muffled speaker droning on about tackles and passes, Helmets, and masks– Interrupt the ballooning silence. The sun’s path across the sky veers far enough from my gaze That darkness blankets me all day —So it seems— Providing no warmth. The early mornings startle me awake With blinding sun Spilling from the horizon And beating honks against my eardrums. The V’s face the other way now: Escaping the inevitable freeze But not me, I’m frozen to the ground. Winter The crisp wind creeps in diligently With the icy fingers of winter Crawling along the fringes of a window frame. The air carries only spare tunes From the toughest songbirds Whose whistles crack the morning silence. The clouds are slowed And weighed down with gray And gloom And never seem to go away. Some days are sunny But the funny thing… The Sun, he Jumps from the sky To the snow To my eyes Blinding me with no regard For my appreciation of his power and warmth. On these days the songbirds return And rejoice for the warmth from the heavens While their dangling feet freeze from the hell below. These days subside And all life hides And succumbs to the cold. But between chattering teeth And sniffling nose I can make out a V Pointing north and I know Life will return from its brief hiatus. Above The trees begin to sprout.