The Seasons

Tired of the long dark winter, the snow, the wind and the rain, I closed my eyes to rest awhile, then opened them again to spring abounding far and wide. With joy it filled the air, rich and green with mayflower scent, a blessing every year.

I blinked my eyes and it was gone, replaced by summer flowers. The songs of birds, bright butterflies, they danced the sunlight hours.
I stretched and yawned, then gave a sigh, as I basked there in the sun, when suddenly I realised change — the autumn had begun.

A tapestry of coloured leaves were massed upon the ground. How sad they fade so quickly, lost before they’re found. The body gave a shiver, the days were getting cold — perhaps it felt a moment’s fear, of body growing old.

The mind in endless wondering, as seasons come and go, is unaware of time in flight, as I watch the falling snow.