perspective of the season changes
as years pile on top of one another
like the drifts of autumn leaves
or snow along the roadside

we accumulate memory, traditions, perspectives
useful in earlier lives and times
no longer green fragrant branches
but delicate as gold tissue

hold these tenderly, lovingly
breathe in the scent of new hay
smell the wool and wood
inhale that warm perfume
frankincense and myrrh
on the tiny Babes skin
let the perspective change again