time passes
up spring the growing grasses
and later, flowers bloom
in pleasant, vibrant shades
shoving away the gloom
as the last of fall fades,
leaving in swirling, leafy parades

as the year goes by,
the grasses slowly grow golden as they die.
the peaches swell
and popsicles do well,
cherries bring that summer smell...

I love the change,
the fresh and the new,
but sometimes it's strange
when the seasons are persistent
and there's nothing consistent
to forever cling to

I'm grateful for the mild California seasons
giving me reasons
to get used to change,
how thankful I really am
to l love the strange
when life hits me with a big, fat yam.

what to do with a yam, I was pondering,
yam-aid isn't a thing-
but then I realized
I'm just **** here wandering
until I make my life customized,
unique, ready to go with the flow
where life and yams take me, I'll readily go

now I sure am glad for the seasons
that give me reasons
to get used to change,
and to love the fresh, the new, and the strange