Seeing the school year starting again and frost on the cars
this morning, I decided to rerun one of my older poems.
Days of Construction Paper and Macaroni
Office bound how often the seasons, years go unremarked.
In the younger grades you decorated the classroom.
Iron autumn leaves between sheets of wax paper and it is fall.
Black cat cutouts, Halloween, an accordion turkey, it is Thanksgiving.
Cut out intricate snowflakes for winter, macaroni trees, it is Christmas.
February and there are Valentines for everyone for once.
Easter eggs, paper tulips, it is spring and change is in the air.
And in the summer you ran thru an endless twilight
until the street lights called you home.