A woman’s voice said Look out the window and I saw a ravine with a fresh cover of snow. I thought it was the neighbor but I was alone. A thicket of trees reached for the sun yet I noticed one was fallen its age born in its rings. Two cats lay on my bed as I took in my visions of a pastoral scene. a day in February in the middle of town. In this moment I bore my seasons and winter called for spring yet a patch of a lawn had turned brown. A woman’s voice said Live, live again as I faced another day.