Season, following season, growth, budding,
flourishing time, standing still, as you
in my mind, pictures, images of those
times. I wrap myself in memories,
of love, of spirit,traveling through
the corridors of time.

As season follows season, the earth's change
too comes, summer to fall, the cooling
of days, leaves are changing their many
ways. Sap is now slowing, leaves drifting
down cold wind in the air,taking
a deep breath, blowing it slowly out
as I smell the changes on the wind.

Life, is like the seasons, in the
changes here, bounty, beauty,in the silences,
that we share. To harvest of plenty,
then the chill winds blow, reminding us
of times gone by. Lovers young and
passionate, not knowing or understanding, lifes
patterns abound, here in my mountains scenes
from us all.