of summer, fall, winter, or spring.
It is what it is.
But I'm impatient
in between
as the seasons change.
In March
I look for signs of spring,
In May I am waiting
to plant summer squash.
In September
I wait for changing leaves,
Then in November,
the first snowflake.
At the seasons' edges
I anticipate,seeking
what is not yet here.
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