gazing skyward

[fledgist]

 there are dark clouds beginning to take shape

out in the west so soon we'll hear the drums

aloft in heaven as the earth succumbs

its tender softness under grassy drape

is waiting eager happy mouth agape

certain that summer in its fervour comes

to soothe each rough spot that grim winter numbs

and grant each of us respite and escape

the chains that hold each down are real enough

to warrant our desire for honest ease

and liberation from the cycle's hurt

yet all in common learn how to be tough

from horrid  heat wave to the hardest freeze

we'll make it all the way until the dirt