Season's End

How sad it is when all the ornaments are ungowned and the decorations that once abound are boxed lights and tree taken down. Suddenly a quiet comes after everything is put away and done, an emptiness slips in and to rest life succumbs. All the carols sung are stilled and a silence remains unfulfilled, empty spaces lay where packages were filled. Another year is on the horizon ending the old less enterprising open to what may be more energizing. In the background easily forgotten packing up the bows and cotton is found a remaining filled stocking with treasures and dreams still knocking. Hold tight to the joy and laughter of the season no one knows what futures life is kneading and as the season comes to its deletion the spirit lives just around the wonder in believing.