Debriefing

    1

    I won't envy the heat this August.
    The fall (English say autumn)
    burrowing like urinating dogs
    thru trees,
    carrying winter woolies
    with sniff of air
    crisscrossing the lion's tamer's
    path I must trod
    when snow hits.

    2
    No, I won't envy searing blasts
    be they inclement
    weather or lost souls
    bargaining with rain.
    Acceptance . . . they say
    is the key
    and the word clangs like chimes
    into my biology, a grandfather clock
    to my own chamber music, a
    little something to cheer and
    serenade the buffeted spirit.

    3
    Think still thoughts in gloomy houses
    when petals cry burst in springtime.
    This is done in preparation
    for brighter moments
    ecstatically greeting
    November chill,
    devouring the last chestnut,
    cursing wheat-cakes over
    winter's fire.

    4
    A pleasant page
    crammed in the tumbler briefcase
    carrying my life's thimble,
    rocketing toward
    a brilliant destiny
    all 4 seasonal planets
    orchestrating mood;
    the patch quilt procupine
    quill emotion tapestry
    working overtime like
    a fish hook thru
    brain's inner eye, ocular
    hair shirt pulled on
    at warning's glance
    to trigger the way I boil eggs;
    devour slivers of wood
    on learning another day
    kicks ass from
    the horizontal pillow.