Winter
poems
- A season between seasons
- a bridge crossed by the plentiful few,
- Adults seek it endlessly
- though already the children knew.
- Don’t bother with asking ––
- we’re sworn to secrecy.
- I myself have nothing to say
- though clues are not certainties:
- Between one breath of Winter
- and one sigh of Spring,
- go to where the avians
- dare to fly and sing.
