And when seasons turn again,

you also learn how you (may)

have to turn inward or outward

to sense selfhood like hardwood.

Listen to songbirds — or not —

to understand fullest silence:

languages of soundless sounds

and wavelengths of sights unseen.

Let the seasons wash through earth:  

it elicits subtle limbic response.

Work to feel sap ebb and flow

and know — all terra’s seasons

reverberate when and wherever

they will: welcomed, or unwelcome.

. . . . .

08 apr | spb | after Erin Moure’s line:

“And you have to listen to language

and let it work and reverberate.”