The land tires of winter’s stillness. Buds emerge as the forest fills with a flurry of activity.
Delicate wildflowers dance in spring’s gentle breeze against the backdrop of a bold blue sky. Turtles lay on warm rocks, the river reflecting the slower rhythm of longer days. The end of summer’s heat lingers in dry grass, green with yellow tips of sunshine. Time to let go again of deeds not done, moments not lived. Life a’changing. Willingly they fall, the leaves gracefully pirouetting to the ground like barefoot dancers. An earthy smell lingers in damp grass, covered by muted shades of autumn. Geese fly, ‘honk honking’ their warning. Trees on the riverbank stand amidst the barren landscape awaiting the subtle sign of snowflakes. The river becomes a mirror coated in clear crystal softly reflecting the strength of solitude. Wisps of winter white linger on snow covered grass, as life finds refuge in frozen time.