By J Ann Crowder
Spring was our birth
A season of airy hycinths and violets danced as we beheld discovery and sweetness within a genesis of life
Summer produced a jungle
A juncture, wild and spellbound by heat; we reached balmy shores, after journeying through twisting snares and biting thorns, drenching ourselves upon her angry torrents whilst searching for her calming twilight
Autumn relinquished a solemn breeze
Our skins were now bronzed with rose hues of ginger skies left behind by a fire’s brinning touch; ’tis an equinox of time when forrest trees madly ignite
In winter we rest
Our bones thus slumber in earthy sediment, bathing in her sacred minerals as we replenish a ground ripening in rebirth
A dawning tide arrives
’Tis a yearning of restorative tapestries as white canvases of winter melt behind masterpiece upon masterpiece reborn
Our journey parallels as God denotes beauty and magic in a renewal of all things
’Tis nature’s sacred promenade and God’s silent trilling upon fresh fountainheads
Ode to nature and spring. We can parallel our lives with the seasons and learn meaning and the powerful gift of renewal.