The summer ends in rain.

Sweaters employed to shield

this first of cold skies,

who warns fairly of what’s to come.

The fall passes by, under rain.

After the sky turned cold,

the sweet gum tried again

to sow its seeds, into better times.

The spring comes, of course, with rain.

the winter sky struggles to wake,

while daffodils pierce a white veil.

The rain falls, still, and turns

the wheel. One thousand years

to bury the sweet gum’s burr.