Tribulation: Remember. It Happens.

By Dianne Dibb Forbis

I still take offense

at snow.

How many cycles

make a know?

When will I

uncalendar

my perfumed dream

of Everspring?

Earthlife

isn’t

some gay fling.

Non-stop maypole dances

Give no chances

For advances.

Yes.

And fresh

the bud and burst

will come

when these dry leaves

are spent and blown.

I need to season through

the grow

and groan.

And maybe ice.

Painting by Lee Greene Richards