In lazy rain, slow snow,
rust begins …
evi­dence passing.

Just now
I am stand­ing where, months ago,
acorns fell on me like rain.
In unwound­ed won­der, I now
see slow cars make scars
in snowed streets –
pass­ing.

Everything mat­ters for a while.
Spend it.
Testify
like a song sung once,
all at once,
slow as rain
or lazy snow passing.

Our fast eyes-ear,
some­times
hear
sea­sons
pass­ing,
melt­ing away
one nut at a time.

  • Bernard Fraley

    Winchester native Bernard Fraley has worn many hats, includ­ing author, pho­tog­ra­ph­er, painter, poet, reporter, news­pa­per edi­tor, and more. Find some of his books on Amazon.