"Defending the Position"

It’s the second winter day, 2003

And I sit in a dugout left empty

To watch the grass hold on to the field it’ll lose

As a dog tows his owner to a poop spot he chose

And the wintery winds, still warm, make the siding flap

Grows green the grass, and I watch it adapt

It’s held the fort strong, no patches dead

While all around its allies have fled:

The leaves blown off, the birds fly in scuttles,

The sun bows out early, the dirt cries in puddles.

Through their retreat, while scared of Frost’s ploy,

This beautiful day is a gift for the grass to enjoy.

(December 2003)