The season’s comfort
is no more suppressed
by ignoring it
than rising water
finding its way up
through grass, through stones,
to catch and reflect
the light of the day
to flow down in richness
through courses before unseen

I’ve been ignoring the season
but not its comfort  –
making no efforts to celebrate,
carried along just the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2020