11/14/05

(winter comes)

The sky said
“This is the last warm night you’ll see this year”
It postured and roiled and moved fast from South to North
“You look tired; you’ll sleep better when it’s colder”

Because here some years we get no fall
Summer persists and flowers bloom until one morning
The wind picks up and all the leaves fall off the tree at once
Summer straight to winter
Fall left on the bench

“Yeah, those guys have snow but you get to see flowers”
And the plants, shocked, sat back, asked for the check
And turned brown.