We lose our favorable angle to the empyrean energy flare. Cloudy days and dark nights bar our bright star back and bygone plant life droops low. I pluck the final frost puckered fruits and drag their cadaverous vessels into a heap. I smile on their service with a nod of grateful acknowledgment. They’re elegant wonders these seeds who saunter through the seasons with me, from their first touch between my fingertips to my last grip around their thick throats, rending their roots from Mother Earth, my beloved companions and tutors.