lawnmower circling
the mailbox
humming resonance
of summer
summer...
that pause
between spring’s beginnings
verdant green and pastel profusion
the scent of the new adrift
on anything-is-possible breezes
and the murmurings of the tender
fresh
and fall
a falling down into the inward gaze
of nature rediscovering its
roots
as the bear lumbers toward
his cave of
hibernation
his subterranean
dreams
primordial and lifting
across glacial winter landscapes
oscillating at frozen speeds
which quickens as earth’s heartbeat
reverberates up from the depths
toward the ascending birdsong
of spring
followed by summer
flourishing and abundant
heat rendering leisure
credible and worthy
as the earth bakes in the warmth
to emerge again in warmth’s own melodic
timing
a meter in keeping with
the stars and solar systems and constellations
and galaxies
pulsing and spiraling
to the same
drummer
and did you ever imagine
a sounding lawnmower
could inspire
so much?!..
Annie Kiyonaga
2002
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