Arctic fox's den adorned with flowers and snow garden in winter
A measure of grain and a measure of water — spring's own time and heat Air carries the scent of myriads of lives spent on summer's warm breath Crumb and density, warmth buried beneath crisp crust — autumn's crackling leaves. Loves and loaves and loaves baked for comfort in the cold — winter calls for stores.
Leaves fall, grass withers, and I step back to witness winter's frozen form. Half an hour's silence, body relaxing slowly, letting springtime in. A season to stretch, then one to learn everything — summer's exploring. What will autumn bring? Maturity? Strength? Wisdom? Dry heat and cool nights?
And I walk until all I can hear is the wind among the fir trees. Summer breezes bear away all the choices of years past.
Drink deep of death-thoughts as the day dies with a yawn — the year starts to fade.