Seasons
By John Haag
1
Clouds so thick
they put down
roots
Young aspen
practising
quakers
Incoming geese
Periwinkle sign passports
brings remission with a V
of the blues
Feel the sun
butting the buds
open
Blossoms
Trout lilies nod expand
they know the sky
they know
Lilac
a scent by which
we mark the calendar
Weather report
May? showers
By all means and fresh rainbows
Yes. You May
2
Crickets
ventriloquists
of summer
Loon cries
increase the loneliness
of lakes
It’s untrue
They leave that that bats
to the silence make it darker
of owls
Morning warblers
refresh
the joy of hearing
Comes the hedgehog
And the bumblebee who lives on pins
non-aerodynamic and needles
existentialist
Horses stand
awash
in the setting sun
Anticipate
Nighthawks if you can
swoop the firefly’s flash
gathering the evening
3
Prophetic winds fill
the graveyard
with signposts
Then a scurry
of stormspurred
sparrows
A lamentation of geese
Hummingbird leaves in the early
to cruise dusk
the Carribean
Squirrels
pad
their acorn accounts
Cedar waxwing
Blue jay insists feathered scholar
it’s never too late knows his berries
to scold
Grackle
predicts a turn
for the worse
Flies buzz
in this cast-iron against the chill
autumn pane
stained with rust
4
Fly husks on sills
reflect
the year’s demise
Ptarmigan advises
“kuk-kuk-kuk
go back-goback”
Deer bundle
Coyote lingers in the laurel
to school us thickets
in survival
Fashionable spruce
knows how
to wear snow
Strange angels
Frostfeathers leave their three-D
lace shadows
the cabin glass
Cabin Fever
medicine
runs low
As
Days does
begin the woodpile
to lengthen