Winterless Spring

by Irene Daniel


There are no winters here
     Our Angels don't like snow

Extended fall, into early spring
      That is what we know

Branches once barren
       Now sprout green leaves

But right next to it,
       And out of place it seems

Is last years leaf,
       Clinging, brown and dry

A portrait in survival
        It almost seems to sigh

Yet it still dances in the wind
        No longer the young beauty

It clings and dances unaware that
        It has outlived its duty

Without a bitter coldness
         That plunders living things

The cycles turn less sharply
          Summers to falls to springs

Without a firm dividing line
          The seasons meld together

I know only three seasons now
          But I like warmer weather

And when the winter comes again
          And snow is piled high

I'll drink iced tea in the City of Angels
           Safe and warm and dry



                                                                             Irene Daniel   Copyright 2014   All rights reserved.