raucously raging
winter’s snowmelt heads downstream
in a big hurry
placidly plodding
fall’s flow turns to a trickle
taking its sweet time
super tight quarters
almost need to walk sideways
dubious function
It’s coming
Soon
I know it
Will
Winter wind
With
Piercing
Chill
It’s coming
Soon
I know it
Will
Thin layers of
Ice
Unexpected
Spills
It’s coming soon
I know it
Will
Slipping and
Sliding
Down the
Hill
It’s coming soon
I know it
Will
Fall’s glory
Victim
Of winter
Kill
begging to be touched
soft, ornately crafted flies
watch out for the hook
Boomer kids
Post
WWII
Mutt and Jeff
And Peewee
Too
Suspendered pants
With well worn
Knees
Ready for action
Yes
Indeed
Hydrangeas
Turned dreary
Brown
Summer’s white
No longer
Found
Rivulets
Of
Water
Flow
Collect
Momentum
As they
Go
From
Narrow thread
But a
Trickle
To
Roaring river
Broad and
Fickle
Conceited, stuck up,
Snotty bore
On a
High horse
But
What for
Those
Most genuinely
Adored
Leave
All pretense
At
The door
Voluptuous
Full-figured
Tree
In the past
I used to
Be
Garnering praise
From all
Around
I now lie wasted
On the
Ground
The wind
It caught me
Unaware
Keep on moving
Please don’t
Stare
