Seasons

I’m learning to tell time by cricket chirp,

By snow plows scraping my road.

No then no tomorrow no minute no day,

Length only by strength of sun's glow.

At the center's an axis I’m reaching for now,

No more spinning and no growing old.

I’m the same but the seasons I’m watching trade places,

Born living warm dying dead cold.

And again and again and over and over,

No beginning no end and no score.

Turning leaves for blossoms foreverly blooming,

Here and gone to make room, more and more.

I’m telling the time by the teeth in your mouth,

By the sound of your cry and your laughter.

No then no tomorrow just now and together,

seasons changing, no fear what comes after.