Seasonally Sound

After I've watched the cranes change to grey
Seen the geese crowd around the edges of the
Creeping ice, and on the rarest day, watched
The eagle snatch the fish out of the lake
Flying off with the oppositional escort
Of tiny birds earnest in protection
A racket only if you're not listening
I find a corner out of the sun
Where I promise that I will
Return to the day
After rehashing that old argument
Between coffee and spices
Away from the ones who
Don't argue while they
Make life out of death