Yesterday, I looked at my garden All the garlic buried in the frozen ground Just months ago in bloom, greens and purples all around It was spring back then, and it's winter now Foggy nights and frosty windows Nothing ever seems to look the same out here Under a blanket of snow Falling without a sound It was spring back then, and it's winter now And like the seasons, we are ever changing A grain of sand between the tides And we're all caught inside the cycle of constant Rearranging our lives And may our footsteps leave their mark somehow For the spring next year and the winter now