oh sweet summer i'm singing your tune sunshine in the morning thunderstorms in the afternoon
oh sweet summer filled with wildflowers and hazy days that send me wandering through the meadows where the long horns graze oh sweet summer i know our days together are few so let’s dance until we fall as autumn prepares her debut
The aspen trees bend under
unyielding March winds.
The grove moans swaying violently
in the late winter storm.
The early birds disappear
having come north too soon.
Another log on the fire
thwarts the rising chill in the air.
Blankets, put up a week earlier
are pulled from the winter chest.
The tea kettle whistles
as the homestead snuggles up
and settles down for winter’s last gasp.