Conspicuous absences, lapses, and doubt bring
certainty, curtain calls, and fat ladies shouting
with voices enjoined, coining phrases designed
to send happy endings, when thusly combined.
Sing thee and bring me Spring, Summer, through Fall
to enter my Winter, and when I hear your call
to pass, I’ll ask not what, wherefore or why. Reason
relates, through times and dates, to each and every season.