(for Bea)

The year turns

as wasps are winging warm their grey home,

as spiders link the doorknob to a flower,

as water translates shivering into laughter,

as memory turns the day into the hour....

The year turns

as shadows breed, as pondering becomes caring,

as distance fades and one cloud hides the sun,

as sofas are eyed more.... The year turns

as chipmunks look us over, snigger, run!

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