Seasons Pass - January 2008 - by Susie Hemingway

So seasons pass all eight of them!

from calm to gusty days,

from shock and realisation, to

shock and back again,

you can't stop the rain from falling

but you can catch it in your hands

and, in so doing -

you cup life within your palms.

In soft and gentle days of Spring

to gather forth a plan,

you breathe again and understand

in veiled obscured, shifting sands,

the changes, as in flowers grow

unfold in prudent ways,

but life will never be entirely, quite

the same again.

So Summer came as some did say?

but we preclude most all these days.

In fear and sacred keeping

to grasp and hold at bay

but sabre swords do block our way,

with dragons at our door,

and Summer passes like poppies fade

amidst golden sunlit fields.

As pears that do not ripen

affirmation takes it's place,

when Autumn turns to gold

my mind trenchant and keen;

I conquer many fearsome things

subdue and overcome, and as the mists

arrive, how precious days become...

So Seasons pass, all eight of them

and two years fly as seconds do,

the snow lies on the ground -

as hearts can only do,

and as I stand before thee

in Grateful Gratitude, to

glean and gain as red berries do,

to start the Year anew...

@ Copyright 2008