| seasons of life 3.15.01 |
lying in the warmth of springtime, blades of grass tickle my feet. walking through the summer ocean, trapping sand between my hands. wrapped around an autumn trowel, digging deep, I close my eyes. looking up at the winter snow, landing softly on my upturned face. I breathe in the scent of the changing seasons, and feel the movement of the world, as it spins. |