And some winters

there were no snows

upon the ground.

The tawny geese

waddled about

not knowing when to begin.

The squirrels fattened

but never slept.

A faded green

         lingered

on most of the lawns.

"Spring will be

less exciting, or

will we even notice?"

the man asked

of the handsome crow

rummaging through

a mound of blown leaves.


Crows know no seasons.