Sweet Season

Bolted lettuce is spice
For a waterless life

A kale tattoo 
Regards winter
With more than suspicion

Heat has a message:
Don't ask about
The river Styx

Lava is not on fire
And fire is sad
To not belong for the ride

Life beholds death
As the curbed rabbit's fellows
Run from the canine course

Dusk is not a moment
It's a parlay
Between stars and streetlights