I don't often write poetry, but when I do, it seems to be about the seasons. They inspire me.
Grey clouds weep for their friend, the sun, who vacations in the south; aged humans race after it, seeking its warmth.
Mornings come in the dark and silently so, for the ones with flight have chased their friend, the sun, southward.
Brother Wind sighs with relief, for the sun disrupts him so.
The trees celebrate their impending slumber colorfully displaying their joy.
They clap and dance with Brother Wind exhuberantly dropping their colorful decorations.
An orange gourd emerges from hiding, permeating the human experience at every turn.
Humans bundle and scurry, racing towards their annual celebrations of food and gifts.
Scary, creepy, gross and comical - all manner of adornments suddenly appear on various dwellings, as young and old eagerly anticipate the ancient Samhain.
Tweet, chirp, twitter, tweet, honk, squawk, squeek - a band, flock or gaggle zooms overhead coming from northerly neighbors chasing the warmth southward.
Silence again. Drip, drip, drip; splish, splash, squish.
Fall is here. Strongly, beautifully, peacefully guiding us to a season of stillness, slumber, cold and snow.
Rest now, be still. Rebirth is numbered sunrises away.
The Bible speaks clearly of changing seasons, not just in the weather patterns, but in life. My life's seasons are in a state of change right now.
I foresee good and bad days ahead as my life takes on some new normals. It's all OK, because the only constant in life is change.
We either learn to roll with it, or we crumble under it's weight. I choose to flourish in it. I hope you will too.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV) A Time for Everything
1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
I love our seasonal changes; how about you? Do you enjoy a change of seasons? Do the seasons change much where you live? Are you going through any life changes right now that feel like Fall?
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