the in-betweens

leave me to the equinoxes

of

language

time

existence

.

the in-between seasons

the ultimate transmutations

seeds that sprout and fields that crop

.

winter rigidity and hibernation

warmed by a slight whisper

.

spring begins with the chirp

of awakening

of fertility

of planting

for potential harvest

.

words dancing about

in the pastel breeze

.

matching the auburn baby hairs

that flit all around

your face

you

and the garden you create

.

waiting to be braided

weave them together

.

the teasing out of language

like

brushing the sweaty bird’s nest

released from atop your

summer solstice head

.

knots to un-tie

and

strange

sticky

clumps

to comb through

.

fall caressing summer

its cool breath

easing the swelter

and fervor

biting at the idea of harvest

of rest

.

warming your evenings

with a fire you can

sit by and

not sweat

.

no need for pants

a sweater and some

birch wood will do

.

language for

equinoxes

and in-betweens

seasons

moments

words

.

the moment

the season

the language

the equinox squeeze

.

that

transmutes you

.

that

makes your head function