What I Heard

Leafblower broken?

You are high on the perfume,

I think...in the gold.

*

Dark earlier now?

Rise and no shine in the day;

Silent without sun.

*

The temperature?

You know what to expect next...

Where are those parkas?

*

Rain hitting harder?

Leaves underfoot remind you:

You should use a rake.

*

Wind-chill factor now?

You forgot about that, right?

The air sits harder.

*

Weather forecast: snow?

You refuse to hear the truth.

Laughter in the dark?

*

The first flakes are here?

Nothing serious; salt and

shovel scrape no path.

*

Winter wonderland?

Surprised as a child again...

And where's that damn plow?

*

Note: this is all about what it means to me to be a Canadian dealing with the change of seasons. I have no romantic notions about what the turn from autumn to winter means, and I am rather bored with the poetry that I have read that discusses the seasons without the reality of life as it is lived today.

Hence...this series of poems...

KD

*

Thank you for reading!

If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.

You can find more poems, stories, and articles by Kendall Defoe on my Vocal profile. I complain, argue, provoke and create...just like everybody else.

Give it a look...