A Stash

 Put Summer in my pocket with a not so winning ticket

Admiring the fifty foot glory of a flowered fence

Fall's color will soon replace that blinding whiteness

Scattered spatters of reds and yellows 

Too soon to brown in magic carpets

Changing in the Autumn winds

As naked trees  feel sap slip down

Into roots beneath the brown

Enjoying new found freedom of resistance to the breeze 

It's a pocketful of timeless

With a smattering of hope

Surrounded by the lint of other years

Resting in warm darkness

With all the means to cope

With all the ills of Winter

And so many mothers' tears

Like a pocketful of pennies

To buy a greener Spring

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

I can certainly see this. This is New England in the fall to an Englishman