BLESSINGS TO THOSE SEEKING MORE THAN SEASONS,
If we have been living in this body for more than one score of years, it is likely we have noticed the change of seasons and start thinking of ourselves as wise.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring, but here in the Rockies the snow is coming down as if it were January.
A poem by Allan Frank a/k/a Frank Poduska:
So soon, September
and the last ragged days of summer
float in and out —
thin morning mists
drizzle down on sidewalks of children
wearing shorts and light jackets
walking past the old man
raking smokey piles of rusty leaves
while watching silent geese
fly over fields of stubble
We all know that the geese head north in spring don't we?