Daily Diary, Day 713:
I decided to look for a poem that would evoke the seasons (and remind me of winter in order to cool me off), and I found this one.
HAIKU WAY
Tomorrow returns
throwing cold snow in my face
waking memories
A winter garden
confounds my time sharp senses
Green Florida snow
I'm here in my bag
of red december apples
crisp and snowy fresh
Cardinal red against
a cotton field of driven
snow catches my eye
Pennsylvania
in the splendor of July
greens in the sunshine
Refrigerated
freon, pressured into bogus cold
make jello of me
tepid warm rather
warm quite warm hot beastly
hot enough to fry
window open now
tomorrow is the last day
no school for awhile
A fecundity
awakened from frigid sleep
expresses itself
death dies one more time
coaxed again by shifting sun
into subtle life
look at the heavens
for flocking birds bound north
welcome back warm hope
Purple green peeps out
White green turns to green green
bushes blossom rose
Are herons nesting?
Are the gulls gone from the beach?
Look sharp--or miss it.
Who painted them red?
Sumac and poison ivy
They say the sun did.
the real reverse of
real Thanksgiving must be
hunger, hunger, hung
It's the sun that goes
day by day, in its own time
leaving us to die
look at happy spring
her many faces showing
each one after each
the tumescent heat
of waxing warming summer
spills out tumbling love
bathed in ripe color
autumn is the turning time
of looking toward death
born to sharp shivers
winter ends in silent death
denying itself.
--Joseph Locke