Crackin’ Eggs

Summer’s summer

alla time

and Winter’s winter, too,

but just before

those days that bore

are seasons moving through. . .

We Jump

and Tumble

into them–

Just spring and fall

carefree,

when blooms burst forth

and leaves change course

the trees act differently. . .

They’re not just shade

–they’re time, renewed–

still more than brilliant foliage

they’re mothers proud

and branches loud

in lee that boasts collage

And meadows, too

host flowers, you

might posie-pick and gift,

mementos saved

in pages, they

perfume the leaves you sift

Yes celebrate

these fleeting days

that border

sun and snow

too soon they pass

and lost contrast

of going back to grow.