The Seasons

 

Seasons come and go all on their own.  No one cues them; gives them the “all clear.” They just get on with it, and show up at our doors, on our roofs, in our gardens.

Summer leaves us with no kicking and screaming, though some of us would do so if it would help. With winter shoved into our lives whether we want it or not.  Which we do not…most decidedly want:  The cold mornings, the expensive heating fuel, the scratchy sweaters, the cold coffee, the gray, bleak days, which seem to last forever.  Just d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g on.

Until one morning while taking out the trash, we feel the soft caress, and sweet kiss of spring. Oh, thank goodness, sanity and beauty return!