A Foregone Green Conclusion

Counter-programming: Found this poem about Spring and Summer, thought the verge of Fall was as good a time as any to post it.

Suddenly I can't see through the trees.
There's a density to Summer 
that this cold Spring day presages:
abundance blocks the view.
Winter's density's a different thing
of snowpack and of blizzards
and deeply layered cold, 
beneath which slowly beats a torpid heart.
This resolution season,
anti to the Fall's slow dissolution,
was slow to yield--its buds were grudging,
stuck in burgeoning--but time, dark master, has arranged
its willy-nilly blossom to profusion,
and from here on out the foliage is just
a foregone green conclusion.

September 17 2011