The Seasons

Spring is when we are young – very young. We are learning to walk, speak, think. We don’t know ourselves. We shoot up, awkward sometimes.

In summer, we own the world, we gloat. We shine without realising, we cover the land with our steps. We make love and we dream.

Golden autumn, they say, is the most beautiful season. For others, it means S.A.D. Now we begin to slow down, watch bits and pieces fall. A chill runs through us.

Then winter arrives. We see the seasons in others and remember our own; wisdom alone brings joy. We stop and wait.