The sparse brown blades of grass
Speckle the Midwest tundra
Hinting of solemn life below.
I return the layers of winter shields
To the solitary closet visited only in autumn.
The day light lingers an hour longer
A man made feat that defies nature
And I bask in the rays that will bring the Colors of spring.
But the twilight of rays will forward me to the autumn closet again
And I will trade my pinks and peaches for the colors of the sparse Midwest tundra again.