
later each morning
the sun starts his daily round
no such lot for me

later each morning
the sun starts his daily round
no such lot for me

it’s not too early
to snap an equinox pic
well, maybe a smidge
hard to keep in mind
the ice and snow of winter
spurs the buds of spring
changes in pattern
sudden influx of volume
summer break’s over
no longer tied to school rhy-thms:
we wait for leaves to turn
the shadow of trees
lets sunlight through all winter
turns to summer shade