The ancients figured it out for us.
They made sundials and drew up calendars.
The weather complies when it wants to.
This year in the Northwest
It aligned, and on the day it was supposed to
We wistfully said good-bye to our long dry summer.
It was time.
The grass and trees were very thirsty.
If we want the amazing spring and summer colors
And plenty of snow in the mountains
Providing our rivers with water
Than, we must submit to the change of seasons.
When we are listening we can hear the message
That each season speaks to us.
The season has just begun and my trees are slowly turning
I want to be listening as I rake and pile leaves
As I smell wood burning in neighborhood chimneys
What message will I hear this year?
© 2013 Julie Clark