Such a range of emotion! An ode to the changing of seasons! I find that I revel in the summer as if it will never end and languish in Winter wondering when it will. But it is the transition seasons that pierce my heart most deeply. The Spring with her exuberant regalia, life in full bloom and Autumn with her graceful, letting go. I learn my greatest lessons from the in between.

The trees are now bare as the frost clings tightly to sleepy limbs and blades of fading green, trumpeting the coming season of rest. As if to say thorough darkening days, breathe deeply, close your eyes and settle in. We follow nature’s lead unconsciously this time of year, draped in the ambience of twinkling lights and warm hearth’s glow. Time to rest our weary heads and surrender to the dream.

A gentle Wintering to you!

Sunday’s Week in Verse – 6 December 2015

I wonder if she remembers the spring.
though I do miss the smell of crayons!
“Don’t think! You’ll only make it worse!
”
crowned by raven locks.
unlike their hoary siblings,
simply black and white.
it’s wise not to blink.
she scales richter’s heights.
she hated green paint.
She’ll slumber now through frost’s first kiss.
…step off the edge without a net
In a million small ways, she inhabits his days
“Oh yeah, I was born for this!”
I won’t notice you, because I will be DANCING!
YOU CAN RELY ON IT
…giving voice to things, and being authentic…
here, surrounded by wild flowers and roses.
bust a jit crazy
I couldn’t let this day pass
Get up my pretty girl.
Don’t be deceived by her fragility.
Life is a gift
*Silence*
drawn to light, eye to keyhole.

~ kat

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean the slate.