Nine Yards

A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart. - Thoreau

resolute, snows spreads its bleached, woven blanket

wind offering its two cents, a cold shoulder

land and trees wonder and shiver

ocean mumbling a whipped, uneasy surprise

its tide made to rise

no need to surmise

truth's bold inclemency never lies

as summer, head in its hands, weeps and cries

time and life made to ponder and apprise

yesterday and today drawn to be distance allies

for those with earth's breath, parallel hearts and wide open eyes

fully aware that spring takes its dancing lessons and always tries

Author's Note

"Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each." - Thoreau