Chilled wet blades of grass
Brown and wilt while they await
Summer departure

Sensual sweat beads
Sweetly on the ripened peach
Falls flavorful fruit

Hard drops of water
Crystallize the spider’s web
Winter’s eviction

The tree stands naked
With it’s clothing at its feet
Autumn bears witness

Fingered faces gaze
Peering through the hazy glass
Of my son’s car door

Such a nice rear end
All up in the air like clouds
Pushing the egg out

Procrastination Nation
Off to bed I go
This will be a great poem
Once I finish it