The location I chose was the yard and patio outside the house that I grew up in. It is no longer there, but I have wonderful memories of that house.

Summer Smooth, pink, wet washcloth

licks sweet ice cream from my face.

Sharing with my friend.

Spring Dew on dawn’s green grass

bathes my feet. I cross the yard.

Bootless once more!

Fall Chopping with the axe

splitting fuel. Cold nights coming.

Leaves dance under foot.

Winter Lurking under snow,

treacherous sheet, thin as glass,

Pulls out rug, cracks head.

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