The seasons of


sound so lovely but

feel so differently

in the now

of change.


 When I think of the


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.




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