I hear the unblown flute
in the deep summer shadows
dripping in the autumn rain.
I have thought today about how the seeds of each season are contained in the other three seasons. Fall holds the spring green grass and the colorful summer flowers and the white of winter. It is beautiful outside my windows. The brilliant golden yellows of the fall leaves are dazzling. There’s just a bit more light-laden color of the warm summer months left for the winter white’s rest…So ephemeral the season.
Reposted from my former blog Wundering (2/2010-9/2013)