Winter In the Scheme of Things
Everyone loves spring; the first green, sunshine,
The ecstasy of birth.
Summer; the earth is bountiful, days of splendor,
”The living is easy”.
Fall is about color; harvest, appreciation
and preparation.
Winter; icy beauty, a time of ardent emotion, reflection
And surcease.
The last season, like an only child, is
loved in the moment, and filled with
hope for the future.
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