winter wallows on my mind

the summer echoes of children
this day is quite
music provides presence
sunshine touches the inner wall as the
evening sun glides to the horizon
my plants stretch for its touch
to soon its light will fade from their view
winter is on its way

graciously,
kids do not consider winter
in sunshine filled days
the grasshopper caught in the vent is
entertainment enough for their curiosity
I envy this innocence, this simplicity
far from intrinsic modern living
these children are ageless
winter is on its way

the beast that builds our burdens wanders by,
stranded, abandoned yet luckily found
in the depths of our hearts
wild passion flows from the desolate
revelry that awakens sleepers
is the unwelcome intrusion
it fades,
winter is on its way

the wind rustles though the suite
a fort of blankets,
a treasure of fresh fruit
hidden amongst the living room furniture
no safe place out of doors
for theses implements of childhood
today the wind is warm,
gentle,
winter is on its way

an active neighborhood
by all accounts
planes, trains and automobiles
their melody flow amongst the old apple trees
crows defending what is rightfully theirs bellow resistance
here lie the seeds of decay
a warren for the unwanted, unloved
to absolve society they deface it
then go home
winter is on its way

yet
beyond winter
lie the seeds of spring
waiting
wanting
needing
cool warmth of the Capricorn sun
chasing shadows from the winter crevices of my mind

All photos by Cathy Tremain, Poem by Cathy Tremain