We all have our seasons, and if I could name the season I am in now it would be summer, late summer going into fall. I can feel the seasons change, and it is measured through family-- the birth of a grandchild, the death of a parent, birthdays, weddings, the mortgage being paid off. Every nuance of joy and expression of this life is a poem. Everyone around me is a poem, and nothing is too grand and nothing is too small to write about.