I see her when she comes, apparelled like Spring
colors, sweep across mountains, valleys and hills.
Here are the surging waves and the restless wind
working together to form white surf in unison.
Like awning of incandescent blue above dappled
sunshine is Summer bidding oh song of bird and
showers. There’s both, heat and soil temperature
burning together to birth black eyed susan.
She arrived soon, in swathes of red, lady Autumn
spilling year’s last of loveliest smiles. I, observed
as rustle of crisp leaves side with migrating geese
so that life can harmonize with nature.
Before time could blink, I promised a dance with
Winter, we paint the land with marble and chisel,
sharing secret and inner-most workings of power
which in Spring, will burst, in discernible activity.
Continuum tends to keep on going, changing ever
so slowly, over time, like the cycle of four seasons.
I wondered while sipping morning tea, being one
out of million atoms, in the universe, if the theory
applied to me.
Photo credits: WallpaperSafari
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