Poemdog

Dogs 2019

FALL BABY
(4/7/19)


born
in the dying
days
of autumn

I have
no affinity
for the
spring

when
the rain

the green

the blooms

the warming
weather

all make
me feel
a bit ill

I prefer
instead
the stark

dry

cold
landscapes
of the darker
months

when
less world
seems to
exist

fewer
people
venture
out

the sky
is more
open

and spirit
emerges
to greet
the distant
sun