Winter leaves

its traces

She shivers

as the rivers

stream through

it all

depends

on where you’re headed

or behind it all

It all depends

upon the bends

of the cave

in which you pretend

to hide

the gems

You remember

you are free to roam

among the

weeping willow trees

Do you see?

Welcome, Spring!

Okay, your turn:

What does the changing of the seasons mean to you? What, if anything, do you notice? Do you resist it, or instead ease into the transition?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

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