Woven one-by-one,
Spring nest ready for new birth;
rests on cracks of life.
Come, mid-summer flight,
a journey of full, frail life;
wings like stained glass.
Drama in the skies,
clouds layered, heaped, piled;
in Autumn twilight.
Bittersweet winter,
laced flakes of icy snow;
no two are alike.
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:
Ecclesiastes 3:1
Patti Wolf 
What a lovely journey- perfect to accompany these beloved lines from the sage Kohelet 💙
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A beautiful portrait of the year, both the words and the images.
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Glorious words, beautiful photos. Just splendid!
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Four little speckled eggs (haiku, right?) latent with seasonal being. Wonderful! – Brendan
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Very, very nice. I agree with Ingrid.
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An exquisite combination of images and carefully chosen words!
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