soaking in the forest quiet nearby
we know it waits
we realize our lives will need warmth,
we are readily restored by a the sharp brace
of winter winds
makes us feel alive again.
A society relies upon the changing seasons to market their lives,
where else would we find ourselves planning for the latest fashion
without the guarantee …
temperature is dropping.
I get a little nervous sometimes when reminded
of that part of nature I don’t understand,
beyond the shelter of my walls,
well past the peace of a kindling fire,
I want to know more about the friend who is suffering,
yet, I’d rather not,
if I just look the other way,
it didn’t really happen did it.
Unless I turn on the news,
there are constant reminders
of a cool air well beyond the concept of our dreams.
A society exists with every interaction,
we can decide to associate
or simply get involved in the smallest manner possible.
We choose a limitless supply of polite escape.
When the winds do arrive I will notice as much as I hope you do too,
we are the same as we were when in the heat of a tropical sunlight
we could smile.