Well Sprung


There on the right the walk remains white
So it ushers into the road;
There on the left the walk is bereft
Of the dampening season's load.

Yet at this time the children still climb
Their dwindling toboganning ramp
Until their mates call out for basketball
On the driveway burned of the damp.

Thus all of a stroke the neighbors invoke
Colorado's double-day best;
They finish the feast from the blizzarding East
As they nibble the radiant West.

There on the right the walk remains white
So it ushers into the road;
There on the left the walk is bereft
Of the dampening season's load.

I look on my own as they frolic and roam
The poles upon which they grow;
It's proximate trade as commissions are paid
On both sides here in Colorado.





At Work in the Foothills


I should be uphill,
Should be on the downhill rush
Where pow hints at slush.
I'm trapped with my commerce mates
Wise to the profits of spring.

Upon livelihood
Comes the why where life is good
Which calls through the churn
So I'm impatient to turn
My back on the marketplace.