seasonality

untilt whirled
unturn
or rather, tilt=0.01 degrees
turn and revolution locked in step
winter: all or never
summer: frozen oxy/boiling lead
and a waistband of spring
falling off the charts a mile hence
but here, in Spring House, it's hyacinths and daffodils,
red buds and snowdrops
25,000 miles of big back/front yard
for ever andever
until the primary fades to black.

vibrant, fragrant,
your own skin crawls with blue-eyed grass

it's exhausting!