So I have learnt that it is probably impossible to seam together different days into a tapestry that cannot be rent. Opposing warps and wefts unwind and thread in the opposite direction and patterns in the fabric blur into a haze of unusual shades. It rains, it shines but ever the fabric grows and stretches until we are all enveloped in the cloth of spring.

Sun shines, the moon reflects
The wind ends,spring interjects
A play is staged, a story told
Encore for warmth, boos for cold