Season’s Mystery My heart is not a season, although, it glimmers in reflective lights of winter’s sun on crystal snow. When it simmers within the heat of mid-spring through summer sails, I conceal my heart among fragrant lake flora on silky waters of the deepest nights. In darkening days of cooler-cloudy evenings, as brighter leaves dance to breezy fall, you reawaken me, and I become your autumn heart. Deborah Levine-Donnerstein Deborah Levine-Donnerstein’s work has appeared in Santa Barbara Anthology (Community of Voices), Curiouser and Curiouser, and others. Retired from the faculties of the University of California and University of Arizona, she began writing more fiction and poetry in Asheville, North Carolina.