Seasons are infinite
Each station on
the wheel of Nature
inviolable
Even as we mourn
spring initiates herself
with the coming of the green
Though she be late
she never fails
Does our memory fail us?
We still weep while waiting
though her warmth
will come!
Tomorrow
Ellecee
Inspired by:
imaginary garden with real toads - Encouragement
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Heart-wrenchingly poignant, Linda!💘💘
ReplyDeleteEnchanting!
ReplyDeleteIt is always an astonishment to me, when spring arrives.....especially in times like these, so reassuring to see her unfolding her cycles all around us.
ReplyDelete‘Each station on the wheel of Nature’ reminds me of the tarot card, the Wheel of Fortune’, and our fortune does depend so much on nature. I especially like the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Even as we mourn
spring initiates herself
with the coming of the green’.