To Every Season

For Bill B:

Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.

Skat@2017

Driving Me Crazy

Riding with mom’s like
Having Lady Crawley in
The passenger seat.

skat@2015

Bright Side

When it looks like rain,
Folk often need to complain—
I can read my book.

skat©2015