WELL IF THAT'S
After all this moving about, after all the
times of day have passed, I am still startled
by the starlight, what of it? There are places
for moments like this. Well, if that's then
the way it goes, I'll take it.
Once the weather brings the showers,
once the sky turns wet with rain, we can
only then so comfortably remember the
whitened snowblasts and drifted terrain.
Well, if that's the way it has to be, so be it.
This greening hedgerow, right now, today
is as meaningless as they come. Bare emerald
swatch on a darkened field. Until tomorrow,
or some other day, when it to will swarm with
the best of what it can yield. Well, if that's
the way it is. I'll take it.