Mike, I really like this poem. It's frankly postmenopausal, in feel. Carol K., translating from the woman > > CHANGE OF SEASONS > > In June, my ear against an oak, > You asked what I was doing. > "Listening to the sap rise," I said. > You laughed. I laughed > We both laughed through that > whole leaf dancing summer. > > In September, I touched you > and you looked away. > I heard the leaves die. > > --------- Mike Geary (trans.Mike Geary) > >