the daze of winter

i saw the daze of winter
fading from the eyes
of the downtrodden

as a fire had been kindled
in the dying embers
of august’s barbecue

a bare-footed retinue
flexed their toes
in the muddy spring

stretched their arms
yawned out their souls
and dug in again

backs laden with
the vexing hope of
another summer


— ptkh 050413