Sounds of the Season

That yapping dog

in the yard behind ours

roused me from a dream

of Darwin’s Moon

and some guy with a beard

named Jesus,

reminding me that winter

will soon bring seasonal sounds

like tires spinning on ice,

sparrows rioting in hedges,

snowblower choruses.

What would Jesus think

of this place in winter?

Never heard any carolers here.

What would Tim say?

#12 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans. Also, read Tim’s book! It’s so engrossing, I even dream about it.