The seasons of

Ecclesiastes

sound so lovely but

feel so differently

in the now

of change.

.

 When I think of the

seasons

spring always

comes to

mind first.

New growth

new hope

a blank canvas.

 

But somehow this

new season

feels more like

falling into the

dormancy of fall

 wings folded in

warmth so welcome.

 

I hope winter stays at bay.

 

jackieshields

02.13.18