Probably

Sunset here is sunrise there.
First is last and last is first.
In the fall throw deciduous trees
their clothes
while birds leave and arrive
may be guided by the Milky Way.
When winter is biting, flowers go into hibernation.
As the snow melts and the streams chuckling
virgin Flora smiles and dances assertively
and the ice sighs distressed.

Many know what’s up or down, first or last.
They know what they know, as far as they know.
What was true last year and yesterday
maybe not is true next year or tomorrow.
What the heart’s oracle silent whispers
helps thinking to find a reasonable level
without constant measuring and weighing.
What came first came probably last
but no one can tell unique about that.

Thoughts by the coffee, while the moon pruned
and the wind blows where it will.