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Frigid, fierce, long white winters,
Fickle, reluctant, warm spring days,
Fleeting, frying-hot summers.
Fatal, early frosts…
Familiar seasons that
Form us as
Saskatchewan
Prairie people.
Pain
Isn't seen-
but felt.

Yet it
makes us see
how good
life felt,
without it.
I rake abundant leaves,  
laying as discarded litter,
covering the ground.

Do I blame the trees,
for the vast yield?

Or the winds who blow
leaves everywhere?
Leaving them anywhere
they please!  

No blame! For trees or winds.  
For life,
like leaves,
yields beyond our control.

And life is best
when I take what I find,
randomly assigned me,  
and in my mind,
receive it, as if,
it suits me,
perfectly fine!

— The End —