Holidaze. . .

The dark. . .

the sun oblique. . .

the gentle chill. . .

the haze. . .

the wonder of it all:
how each year
we weather winter,
predeceased by fall,
and emerge one way or other
into freshness–
wet green spring. . .

and up to sizzling summer,
then settle down
and fall
(whether we rip-roar resist
or go with willing will)
again.