Unseason

You hear these new winds,

Weather winds, and 

Rather than fight them with

The way they ought to be,

From such and such a direction

At this or that particular time 

Of the year,

Gusting, blowing steady,

The best thing to do is to say

Yes, I know these winds,  

And bring to bear the small 

Knowledges you remember 

From the prairie, 

Onto your garden, the planning,

And the going in,

In the springtime 

That is coming.