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

What Eliot said …

With Siberian
days at our back, time to crack
open a window?

skat@2017

Oh! Christmas Tree

Little pine tree from
last December, standing on
deck–still going strong!

skat@2017

Robin

Our robin returns;
I help her to subsist—on
a diet of worms*.

skat@2017

*packaged freeze-dried mealworms

Just Married

snowflakes are whirling
round and settling like winter
wedding confetti

skat@2017