taking the seasons
as they come
and go so quickly

trying to rake
the leaves into a
neat pile

is a waste, or awaiting
just the right
temperature

of the water to
jump in, is living
in the next.

If The sun is shining
bright you wait
for the cool of night.

If the leaves are falling
all around have you
gathered enough
acorns?

When frost bites the
window leaving a
crystal picture,
are you under the covers?

When May rains
flush the ground you walk on
too casually, you miss
the chance to play in it.

And when a day comes
you catch up to them,
is it too late?