It's like my grandfather always told me: Mike, when life hands you Lemons, ask for a paternity test.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Four Seasons

Imbibed with freedom,
I sway back and forth, to the
delight of children.

Wintertime one finds
me dormant underneath mounds
of pristine, white snow.

Falling rain awakes
my potential, but I alone
must reach the surface.

In early sunlight
I find nourishment and strength
for the noontime sun.

1 comment:

  1. I like this one a lot. Your word choices really paint a great picture in my head.