Here green-leafed memories invade the mind;Here our young profuse acts luxuriate;And then leaf-fallen times can be defined;And then the old, snow-fallen thoughts await. These poems explore our ages by the season:Child's adventure in untidy gardenWith its ancient, stooped gardener; young poetBegging in Seattle; celebrationsOf birth, birthdays and of deaths; old Ibsens, Restless in their solace; backyard elegy;And more beside, all etched in shifting verse. | A Weathering of Years by Carl Hare, Perfect | Indigo Chapters