Last Updated: 10/24/2002
The moon shrunk as it rose
higher into the sky
and lost some of its yellow
this harvest season.
I sneezed and kept going.
Now
the world looks dead,
it’s so pale.
I checked for a pulse,
and found it weak.
Perhaps hibernation?
“Winter is without purpose”
people think, and so do I
at times.
The Platte River was dry
earlier this year.
They say the rivers that feed it
starved to death.
Peanut-butter thick mud grabs
shoe-bottoms and makes a sandwich
with the pavement.
Water and dirt are in the recipe,
and the water comes from melted snow.
It doesn’t take a microwave,
just a bit of heat or a sunny day.
The snow prepares us
for Spring.