Snowflakes chalk
the night sky. The wind
erases.
The snow blows
butterfly kisses.
The moon hides.
Undeterred
by pale buds, winter
marches on.
By the stream
lie soiled white ruins
of winter.
An old fence
may wades thru the melt.
Spring again.
A deep blue
surrounds the rain clouds.
Don’t fall in!
Uniformed
in blue, heat beats down
like a club.
White puffs sail
across clear blue skies
motionlessly.
Summer, says
the sky. The breeze says
September.
Gold and red
Jewels adorn a sky
Dressed in blue.
Leafless, dark.
November. Nothing
left to lose.
Black branches
In the driven snow
Grope and mesh.
Jon Robison Poetry 