Seasons Poem by Andy Barrette

What is it about the seasons:
How they come and go
like all the pending answers
that I'll never really know?
They keep us all unsatisfied
as our nature dictates, while the
earth mother pulls all the strings
as she patiently waits.

And now I see a lesson creeping
through these careful words,
or perhaps it comes instead
from all of her migrating birds
that don't hold fast in changing times
or act without a reason,
but rather save their energy
by changing with the seasons.

(07/07/09)