summer yields to fall
dares you to become the wind
old flames are stirring
be careful sighs the wind-
there should never be a favorite child.
but, the light.
this scarlet unfurling.
winter, i bow to your quiet purity
spring , how you open me with your bright promise
of renewal and awakening.
summer, you slay me with your crush of flowers,
your languid golden hours.
autumn oh autumn-
season of the great letting go-
you have my heart
with your first flame.
a circle of seasons sweetened with
the presence of dear friends