Fading of the Seasons

First a flutter, then a stir and I smile,
a hiccup and roll, then finally birth!
I tremble and shutter in great wonder;
waiting in fear, confused as seasons come.

Chill of winter to spring, blooms of spring toward another sultry summer, dog days of summer on to artistic autumn and then, as expected, the winds of winter return in full force.

I am left standing with a chill down my spine. The flutter has returned, as well as the fear, for my first born turns forty today and my last season of life, winter remains as I tremble.

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Isaiah 41:10
P. Wolf digging through old journals with: https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/09/weekly-scribblings-86-mining-journals.html

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