Seasonal Starwars

[Keith]

As the rain started
I thought of dashing for the car
and the umbrella in the boot,
annoyed by windscreen condensation.

You tried not to blink
and walked like a bouncer
giving the sky an evil eye.
You then drew a smiley face on your window.

As snowflakes fell
I thought of salt
and clearing driveways,
wondering if I would get to work in the morning.

You tried to catch each crystal,
first like a goalkeeper,
then in your mouth.
Your breakfast footprints were first in the garden.

As the wind rattled the house
I thought of buckled fences
and blown over rubbish bins,
with a screwed up face I tried to tie it all down.

You raised a school coat sail
and skateboarded up the hill,
then with your cape flapping
you looked down, scouring the city for criminals.

As the sun became unbearable
I thought of factor 30
and finding shade,
complaining about the heat and being sick of sweating.

You waged water pistol wars
filling balloons at the outside tap.
squealing round the garden
being chased in just your underpants.

Now you have children and worry about,
umbrellas, factor 30 and blown over rubbish,
I recollect how much fun can be found
when taking time to embrace each season.

You're taking me home
for our usual Sunday lunch
driving into heavy snow
but I’m sitting in a star-field
piloting an X-wing and
about to make the jump to hyperspace.