I'm too lazy in Fall,
instead watching the leaves drift downwards
while drinking red wine on the porch
the sun warms my skin
it feels good not to work.
Spring is here, the leaves are piled up
over flower beds, having been moistened,
frozen, thawed tens of times, sodden
I wonder if I can ignore them for another season
but decide not
each morning I trudge outside rather unwillingly
but when the flowers peak up from beneath the
I realize this is Spring!