Summer chill
covers
the once brilliant sun
shine days
The planet shakes
at her core
Where did the summer
warmth escape to?
Did Fall befall us
early?
Was it self preservation?
Was it disaster relief?
It had been so very hot
and hard
Was it her righting the
wrong ours human hands
brought to her reality?
Or, just a necessary
revamp?
In the Winter of our souls
the answer is seen
in the reflection
in the pond....
frozen in
time
Like tender children we must see
our lives
Before others took our
awareness
Before someone told us
we were being
silly pants
Before someone took the
magic away
We must allow our Spring
time again
Listen, she will tell you
Gaia, that is
She speaks through her
winds
She whispers to us in
the still places
we meet her
On the trail in the woods
On the water
In the crush of life
In the beauty of our own
beautiful everything
and our glorious nothings
Shhhhhhh
Listen, as she sketches lines
in, on and around our
lives here....
with her
As the seasons pass into
each other
So do we pass
into each other, in and out
of each other
Seasons in synergy
Like children, we must sketch
our own lines
aside her
In the revelation of the collaboration
comes the clarity
of the
masterpeace we are drawing
with her
The picture of our Seasons
passing
into
each other
Let us recall we are
one with her
By way of our
own
Seasons......
passing
into
each other
our
Masterpeace
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