earth

i see politics.
old men losing power’s hold.
the future is young.

along the gray branch.
spider spinning tale of woe.
the space between lines.

yellow is fall’s tone.
the color of my jaundice
towards this winter.

the puddles of sun
sit on a carpet of snow.
without sharing love.

the strong sideways snow
spitting at me from the east.
summer dreams of spring.

in inky blackness
the squid sees its real shape.
swimming to freedom.