There’s a change developing

without permission.  It alters

life and space.  Oceans, sky, and

rivers all submit to the oncoming

of seasons.


Summer is the briefest of children,

Fading in the infancy of its beginning.

Warm air and onshore breezes tease us

between showers.


Fall changes green into orange and red

Flowers are defeated by frost.  Brown

and gray become the standard colors.


Winter pounds on doors and scratches

windows.  Fierce winds find every corner.

Snow becomes the white of everything.


Spring breathes life.  Early growth crawls

out to be noticed.  There is hope.  The

aroma is clean.



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