Deferred

                             Deferred

End of November comes
     to northern Minnesota.
An amazingly warm wind
     caresses the tail, tan
           grass-clumps.

Grass that greet
     passersby with
           its graceful wave.

A slight morning rain,
     dampens the green lawn.

My desire is to
     mow the grass -
           one more time . . .

just to say that I
      did it.

But, will defer
      till later
            in the spring.

                       I sure miss
                             real winter.