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 again but will
reappear in winter's own stark beauty
though it may be cold and gray.
then spring will come.
spring-will-come !!!
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
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 again but will
reappear in winter's own stark beauty
though it may be cold and gray.
then spring will come.
spring-will-come !!!
