By Trevor Hewett

Still, diamond-dazzling days in midwinter
when summer fire flickers on bareness;
a keening gale and rainstorm in green August
when January skies mock our expectancy.

As if the planet is reminding us
not to take too much for granted,
not to assume too much is predictable,
that none of it is under our control;

and that we should gaze upon
whatever we get with gratitude
and not a little wonder.


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