Fridays postThanksgiving saluting tradition
stringing sixties-style colored Christmas lights
shrubs singing holiday
Early Easter Sunday embracing the ages
hiding pastel-colored eggs
leaves whispering hide one here
Muggy summer evenings accepting Southern hospitality
planting cuttings neighbors offer
green frames promising color next July
Long awaited Autumn afternoons celebrating equinox
berm exploding yellow come April
This fall he left
Said he didn't love her anymore
So who will string clunky colored lights?
Will the eggs still roll in April?
And what does perennial mean now?