Debriefing

1         I won't envy the heat this August.         The fall (English say autumn)         burrowing like urinating dogs         thru trees,         carrying winter woolies         with sniff of air         crisscrossing the lion's tamer's         path I must trod         when snow hits.         2         No, I won't envy searing blasts         be they inclement         weather or lost souls         bargaining with rain.         Acceptance . . . they say         is the key         and the word clangs like chimes         into my biology, a grandfather clock         to my own chamber music, a         little something to cheer and         serenade the buffeted spirit.         3         Think still thoughts in gloomy houses         when petals cry burst in springtime.         This is done in preparation         for brighter moments         ecstatically greeting         November chill,         devouring the last chestnut,         cursing wheat-cakes over         winter's fire.         4         A pleasant page         crammed in the tumbler briefcase         carrying my life's thimble,         rocketing toward         a brilliant destiny         all 4 seasonal planets         orchestrating mood;         the patch quilt procupine         quill emotion tapestry         working overtime like         a fish hook thru         brain's inner eye, ocular         hair shirt pulled on         at warning's glance         to trigger the way I boil eggs;         devour slivers of wood         on learning another day         kicks ass from         the horizontal pillow.