Antlers
She walked in the store
Arms full of reduced squash
Wearing antlers on her head
In the middle of February.
Why are you wearing antlers I said
Child,
she smiled
These are not even my Christmas antlers
Those are green and red
I jingle as I go with the flow
It's about to snow up a storm out there and I need to ready to fly my little heart away
These are my winter antlers
Is winter your favorite season I said
There is a reason for every season
I can't pick me a favorite
Reason for every season
I smiled and handed her back her squash
She paid her balance
Reason for every season
she murmured leaving the store.