Seasonal Affective Poetry

Sprung Clean

The fever breaks like aquarium glass

spits pale limbs on soggy grass

the sun announces, “Hell has cracked!”

and peels off the cold

While seas that line where cycles glide

form tidal waves at tire side

the riders raise their speckled hides

for blue skies to behold

Swap snowshoes that were never used

for sump pumps and barbecues

the salt swept from the avenues

preserves what we unfold

But when the light of lingering days

reveals another year's decay

then pridefully we throw away

whatever can't be sold

So at the curb, a loveseat sits unloved

stained, torn and caked with hair and dust

Leaves are pulled from eaves with stiffened gloves

where April showers drip October rust