it's 2:30 a.m.
i'm drunk and marinating chicken quarters to grill later (i would say tomorrow but, it's really going to be tonight).
the full moon is out, i can smell spring through my open window.
the seasonal change is rolling through town again.
a friend is moving west to the coast.
youth is taking a stretch and wildly eying summer.
i've put down my roots.
the change is bitter-sweet.
soon the smell of grilling and the distant sounds of music will fill the air, as they do every year.
happy, lazy, drifting days of spring and summer.
slowly... blaze by, then the rush of fall.
the chill and gray of winter, lasting and lingering.
the smell in the air changed again to spring and lilac.
i'm drunk and marinating chicken quarters to grill later (i would say tomorrow but, it's really going to be tonight).
the full moon is out, i can smell spring through my open window.
the seasonal change is rolling through town again.
a friend is moving west to the coast.
youth is taking a stretch and wildly eying summer.
i've put down my roots.
the change is bitter-sweet.
soon the smell of grilling and the distant sounds of music will fill the air, as they do every year.
happy, lazy, drifting days of spring and summer.
slowly... blaze by, then the rush of fall.
the chill and gray of winter, lasting and lingering.
the smell in the air changed again to spring and lilac.