We have given up the frost stars for the falling of the rain

When scattered stars peek out again, humidity breathes for the sane

The shivers and trembling, the fingers stuffed into mittens

All gone away while we egg on the rampant play of kittens

The wonder of the mockingbirds playing take down and flutter

The massive bloom of Jessamine filling the skies with yellow clutter

When the grass comes into green we dig deep into mulch

Planting the exchange of chemicals wafting through the gulch

Mother of us all lets us breath fresh and run and seek and wonder

While the twisting of the vines makes us work for hidden plunder

The seasons count as memory, the too cold winter of 2010

The hurricane that tore our roofs, the twister marking Amen’s

All go into dust and earth, like a burial layer of time

Which count the changes of humans and animals like a sign

Here is the planting of the passage of our days, buried

In rebirth where seeds climb up, two-headed and ferried

Through the breezes of the sweetness of spring, July heat

And coming of frost stars on the combat days on earth.