Untitled - April 18, 2001

As the season progresses
we move from white to green,
from the snowy cold
that surrounds our winters
as we chase a black puck
across the ice;
to the gentle warmth
of a southern spring
where we chase a wee white ball
across the greens.

Summer greets us
in a flurry of black and white
kicked between footballers,
between two posts and a net.

As the leaves turn from green to gold,
once more we move to push
to gather baskets and shots
from the goal line...
as the nets move into the air
and everything is measured
in leaps and bounds.