Seasonless

 

I look out

to contemplate

this seasonless

season

of nothing

and anything

An eagle

skims by

riding

currents

of spring-like

warmth

In the shadows

rare snow

lingers

perforated

with patches

of precocious

green

Suspended

 

That

suspended feeling

like time

is holding

its breath

Does

the earth

know

what was

or wasn't?

Is

its deep wisdom

deep memory?

What do

the trees know

that I don't

as sap flows

and buds swell

regardless

of calendar,

without fear

or

forewarning

Circle

 

The path seems

straight

the curves

easy

as you enter

the woods

at dawn

The way

ahead

is unknown

the forest's

secrets

hidden

in shadow

Then

spotlighted

when the sun

beams into

the heart

of a dewy spiderweb

Only

as you follow

the light

do you understand

your journey

is circling

back

to where

you began