with one eye closed
the green man knows
how seasons fade
from gold to gray
as winter lays
the branches bare
to rake the sky as
winds of ice come
howling by
he may as well
just shut both eyes
and sleep away
the coldest days
till snow and fury
have their say,
until the chipmunks
poke out to play
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
