Time

How does time so successfully sneak by? Stealing weeks in days and hours in the blink of an eye. In the time it takes to nap a whole season can pass. Every moment spent asleep ensures the year won’t last. …

Each Season

Everything has a season. And each season has its thing. Each contains hazards and beauties— Each a flourish that’s distinct. – Winter might seem standoffish with all her sharp, icy edges. But winter crochets snowflakes to decorate the landscape. Her …

Spring Is Not Subtle

Spring is not subtle with regards to life. With explosions of blossoms it emphatically reminds. It bursts with delicate colors. It pushes through chilled earth. It rains. It shines. It shivers. It warms. – Spring is not a modest season. …

An Easy Season to Love

Autumn is an easy season to love. She wraps the leaves of trees in striking colors. Leaves that fall like tinted confetti when their time is done. Falling at the urging of a breeze that may be chilled or warm. …

A Haiku for Summer

Welcome this season Of sweating and slowing down. Heat brings people out.  

Riding Her Bike

This—any day like this—is why she adores every transference of the seasons. She doesn’t have a favorite. She loves each one for its unique nature. But she also loves when the qualities of one season infiltrate another. Today is such …

Seasons of Pleasure

I envy those who can embrace seasons of pleasure without worrying about an imminent pain or disaster. I am all too often waiting for the other shoe to drop—even when the first one hasn’t fallen yet. It’s as though I …

Falling

Falling leaves that have changed their color. A softer sun tempering the temperature. This season of so much visual change. Summer over and winter not yet. Trees seductively shedding their leaves. Getting down to the essential things. Baring their branches …

Every Season

Every season leaves its mark. Lessons learned. Dreams dreamed. Sometimes scars. Every age has both bounty and drought. Fluctuating ability, freedom, and power. Every day is time’s fingerprint. Unique and unrepeatable. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Time …

Through Stark White Snow

If I can’t walk along a sandy beach, let me trudge through stark white snow. What a satisfying sensation. What a scrumptious crunching sound. If I can’t stand in the sun and bask in its strong heat, let me feel …