Poem For Another Season

this is what I write when I listen to INXS.


naked trees on a hill in fall
over's cast the sky above
but the air is not too chill
puts one in mind to think ahead
to dream and plot and plan
on the ground the leaves are dead
and so the future is at hand
but in the summer possibilities
have all but been exhausted
everyone knows a cake's not as good
once it's been baked and frosted.