September is the season
for shipwrecks and bear attacks.
Don't be a sailor or hiker in the fall.
Save your recklessness
for the month
of orchids and snapdragons.
In April, buds peek out from the thawing
earth and the stars align
over chicks, foals, and calves.
Plus (more importantly)
the puddles are ripe
for jumping.
I think it was William Carlos Williams
who once said:
'So much depends upon
the children
gathering Easter eggs
in their Sunday best
just a stone's throw
from robin eggs
and fierce mothers
protecting their future.'
In September, apples turn to mush
on the sidewalk
and hunters dust off
their guns.
But no one fears death
in the spring.
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