Reflections of the Season…

I watch, from a shoreline at

autumns pulsating marshes

where motionless in an idle

stream; swam a Swan with

graceful black wings.

A Red-Tail Hawk circled; flying

high over Oak and Popular

trees, then a song sweeter

than any I have ever heard

came floating from among

the reeds.

Beautiful birds a long voyage

ahead for some; their winter

home in southern lands until

their Spirit says that it is Spring,

no need to linger long as the

season to come will be


The day warm and sunny, Gods

paintbrush had provided a

Heavenly scene, winter silently

waits, a season that I love; but I

push forward in my mind visions

of spring.





A Season for Everything…

There is a season for every purpose in

Life; but is there enough time as we journey

through happiness and strife.  Is the purpose

of tomorrow, too live with greater or less pain

and sorrow.

To love and hate at the same moment, to

laugh, cry, and comfort.  Throw stones

and gather them to build a wall, to make

love not war.

Seek, find and forget, will this put one’s

soul at rest, will one be at their best.

Ignore or embrace the disarray, life does

not have to be filled with pain or trouble;

if you allow the pleasure of it to stay.

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall, there

might be a purpose for these seasons after

all.  Do we remember, do we take time

to recall.

Branches bare, snow everywhere, sweet

buds, thawing mud, summer breeze.

frosty leaves, tumbling to the ground

turning brown.

Summer, fall, winter, spring…yes, I believe

we must make time and understand our

lives.  There has to be an earthly purpose for




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