
[NOTE:  This was written for places with dry fallow summers, 
 where the main growing season is a mild wet winter.]


           Winter Construction


We're half the year away
From May.  

The dance of the ribbons and the joyful proclamations 
Of the season of outdoor frolic
Are but dim memories, distant and unreal.  

This is a time for turning inward,
As Nature rebuilds the world.  

As the cool rains of winter 
Bring new life to the parched land
We gather 'round the hearth 
By Jack-O-Lantern light
To welcome back old friends 
From the other side of Eternity.  

Then we defy the deepest darkness 
With strings of artificial stars
And feast on songs of joy 
Among loved ones in the here and now.  

Finally, as the sun takes its first baby steps back to us
We can begin to look forward 
To another season of light, 
When Nature once again takes down 
Her cold gray Construction signs 
And the time of outdoor frolic is proclaimed anew.  



                                 -- Tom Digby
                                 First Draft  11:52 Sat October 22 2005
                                 Edited       13:33 Sun October 23 2005
                                 Note added   17:24 Wed October 26 2005
                                 Note edited  14:42 Sun October 30 2005
