my friend came by the other day
as a leaf in the wind he has blown
from street to street
            town to town

a wanderer he may be
but not at heart --
he longs to be attached to a tree
                                            any
tree


in spring and summer the leaves
     are green and
                              attached

summer slowly dries them out as the tree
                      prepares for winter.

my friend, the dry brown leaf
blows in his perpetual autumn

we all grow in our own time and season:

winter dormancy

         spring regeneration

                   summer fulfillment

                             fall  preparing for the
                                                  
          ­  inevitable
season of death.

these seasons of the soul
are the very essence of our existence

     they teach us

        temper us

        fulfill us

but there are those who do not see
the purpose of the seasons
to them winter means only

                             cold

                                       snow

                       desolation          

spring means only

                    rain

                mud

                            flooding

summer means

                             beauty to mock
                                the heart in
                                     winter

i trust in the wisdom of the seasons
nature teaches us lessons in her cycles

let the  l
                e
                 a
                  f
fall to the ground
let it rot into cold

    stark

                        winter

           desolation

spring will come

bleak gray will become bright colours
                  of spring

the beauty will fade once again but will
reappear in winter's own stark beauty
though it may be cold and gray
then spring will come

      spring -- will -- come !!!