earth

weak minded climate.
changing from hot to wet cold.
don’t mind the scientists.

soft as a wet rag
lies the sullen snowy day.
free of sun’s kisses.

quiet, said midnight.
i’m listening for breaking dawn.
ears to the cold ground.

the wet sloppiness
of a thawing winter snow
clogs the highest hopes.

the quiet corner
where the year pauses and ends,
yawns and rolls over.

sun on a low swing.
taking a long siesta.
the igloo now dark.