The Dance

The seasons have completed the change.

First, was the Spring.....and it was wonderful.

The sun was high, and the air was full of hope.

Nature, in all it's wonder-captivated our imaginations.

Rainbows and butterflies taught us to believe...

..and gradually we began to understand.

Then came the Summer, and the mood rang of leisure,

and our hearts learned to dance,

and our music was the wind.

How generous of time to let us linger, there.

Autumn followed, and the leaves showed their wisdom...

..for they too, have learned to dance with the wind, and to argue not.

The naked trees frame the sky, preparing our eyes for the grayness of Winter.

Reminding us to remember the days of hope,

our dances with the sun,

and the melody of the windsong.

If it were not for Winter, Spring would not be so pleasing to the eye...

..and we might take it for granted.

I, so cherish the days of gray.

Let the shadows guide us...

..back to the rainbow.....back to the dance.