Exemptions

Exemptions

 

In February a small sack of silk

fits tight against a window frame,

warmly wraps tiny spiders.

 

Glaciers of May melted to icy streams

flood valleys, erode loam,

spare a sapling atop moist stones.

 

The August sun grills a lawn to wool,

leaves one patch of green

still cool in a pattern shadow.

 

In November the ginkgo bares its branches

as straw fans spiral to earth…

on the maple, a shriveled fist hangs fast.

 

Ken Shiovitz

January, 2009