99poems/3rdqtr/seasons

I’ve lost the seasons.
Summer does not
mean picnics and barbecues,
or long strolls on the beach.
Winter does not mean
sitting by the fire.
I walk the same few
trails almost
every day,
there is no fireplace
in the house .
Seasonal shifts seem to
bring new threats
as most change now
seems to.

7/31/99