A Seasonal Abiding
Long winters aid believing spring could last
Bodies making nests where shadows melt
As temperatures are plummeting, aghast!
We wonder then if pleasure's what was felt.
No permanent oasis is discerned
A seasonal abiding is the rule
Awareness of the spokes as fortune turns
Now sharpens heart-space wisdom, misery's lull.
This time around won't be the very same
With nature set in vivid, stark relief
What hue can be invoked? For colors change
Who'd stop from falling crimson maple leaves?
If happy we be as delights do grow,
When sorrow comes we must learn to let go.
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