the darkness season
when
light disappears
when
night dominates
near the end of the year
when the balance is tipped
backwards
between
day and dimming sunlight
I was
born of the winter
but am one who thrives in the spring
fall is the tumble
of leaves
of dim imaginings
how I crave the sun
how I crave growing things
how I crave new beginnings
not cool endings
I was
born of the winter
yet how I thrive in the spring
winter malingers a long time
counting the long days
in my mind and my dreams
tilling the waiting
tilling the greens