boyhood seasons

I recall boyhood winters

swerving corners on best skidoo

mouth vrooming engine

or skating iced streets

sparks flashing from blades

scraping embedded pebbles

I recall boyhood autumns

cool evening dew settling lawn

playing until darkness descends

or shuffling through

leaves like lazy water

on the shore

I recall boyhood summers

sun-freckled days

water-soaked with warmth

with long bike treks on

dust dirt roads

surrounding prairie town

but the spring moments

don’t leap into knowing

I imagine mud a constant

snow mounds shrinking

Easter a yearly yeasty presence

as if I was too busy inside springing brain

to notice the newness

around

me

four degrees at 4 pm

I surf in deep slush

windshields spattered with dirty

drops of warmer days

on the edge

light and shadow pattern

snow mounds

under pale blue blanket of

March sky

and we are         on the edge

of the diving board

gently bouncing

springing

ready for leap and

curving entry

snow outside diamonds

with

hope

of warm melt

into

lovely lively

spritely singing                  spring