The Art of Seasons

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 3:1Continue reading “The Art of Seasons”