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A good innings

Autumnal leaves have fallen

The onset of winter declared

Seasons changing do not destroy but allow nature to rest.

Throughout the years

We see and feel the early morning dew on our bare  toes

The weak spring sun through the trees

Reminds us of Springs past

Memories of Easter time, lighter evenings and blossom as the trees awake after winter slumber.

Memories are precious

evoking feelings of places, incidents, loved ones.

Summer, a time of warm long days

Eating outside and holidays to special places.

Remembering the seasons has personal moments embedded in our psyche

People are often regarded as a special Summer soul, Happy to make others cheerful, relaxed and content.

It is of course terribly difficult to allow these special folk to move to the Summerlands. We know no reason why they might cross the border but respect the fact that the circle of the seasons applies to us too. Allowing future life to develop, grow and enjoy this beautiful planet we, like the plants have a 'season".

Give a thought for the sunshine that bathed them, the ice and snow that retained them and the hundreds of days in-between where they spread their love over us and we them.

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Written by
max-hale
English
Published
Jan 10, 2022
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Dedicated to my dear friend Terry Johns R. I. P

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