I thought your life would stand still,
frozen like a cicada
while I sorted out mine

was season too much to ask
give the leaves we'd seen time to change their color
and fall to the ground
maybe wait to see them sprout again
and like the groundhog looking for his shadow
I would tell you if it was time for a new spring
or just more winter

but the groundhog does not matter
the earth has tilted
the sun shines again
and I should have listened to the wisdom of Copernicus