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.