Something's afoot
A Season cloaked in uncertain sweat
Begs to unravel me -
Like yarn.

With nothing to stand under
But rain
I mutter under my breath
Words of loathing
Words of loving
Words of looming

Soaked in uncertain sweat -
Something's afoot!
Will I be knit again?
A string for loathing
A string for loving
A string for looming

I mutter to a Season -
That begs.