Beast of Eden

Quails startle
and fan to the roof,
even without the dog
I'm a terror to the locals.

Defending broccoli
it's me versus the cabbage beetle,
St. George and the dragon.

Any fight I manage is habit 
against prescribed preference,
the stuff of New Year's.

Circumstance and luck,
false Fahrenheits,
the progress of surrender
is light lengthening days.

What God wants,
God gives.

What I take,
is time
to face returning.
Will SchmitComment