Seasons
All my life
Lived under the stars,
Walked with them night after
Night, and I’m still
Learning how they move
Through the seasons.
And you help — point your
Gloved hand this winter
Evening almost over our heads
To Cassiopeia and then arc
To the North Star in the
Little of the dippers. It’s
Easy once you know, once you
Are shown, once you have
Someone to see with.
for Susan forever
_______________________
Bob Arnold
WHERE RIVERS MEET
(Mad River Press)
