for me the seasons are all in a line
every single aspect, uncoiled and defined
when you open your window, and are enveloped in dew
or when you sit on the porch, and watch the trees as wind blows through
when snow is a downpour
or the sidewalk is sweltering
it all has its story, it all has its fate
sometimes the story, can come a bit late
every aspect has a familiar feel
for me, the smell of summer has an appeal
8/8/23
