life undivided into hours days and months runs by seasons and

I am a woman living by season

knitting sweaters in autumn leaf shades to wrap myself into as fall turns into the cold midnight of winter and white sky cut by the angled bare gray branches that sleep through till spring

when the musk aroma of earth seeps between doors opening and shutting to find me under the laprobes with laptops that cover my lap and my mind

then summer's passion of color and size and the time is running, fading to fall

each sprout whispers a story and a memory that repeats in a circle a cycle of time