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We all need time to recharge... so too, do the seasons. |
| God has left his handprint on our world Through every season we see grandeur Displayed for us in glorious colours Delicate blossoms of pink, lush Greens, Vibrant reds and golds, followed by sleepy brown. Each year the world circles through the seasons Putting on a show of colour to enrich our lives But each year one season sleeps It takes the colours and packs them away Hides them so that we appreciate all they bring. This season is dark and cold Its colours are pale and dull They are washed out from overuse, Tired.... They slink off and bury themselves under the ground Or they travel high into the surrounding peaks. We look up into those grand peaks and wait Wait for the coming of a new season but as we wait and long for the warmth that comes We, too, rest and take stock of our lives This season is the arrow that directs us to hibernate. 20 lines: 4 stanzas of 5 lines. Prompt for: Jan 2, 2016 (Ren) ▶︎ |