There is something about this time of year that amkes me think about all the other seasons. Where I live we don’t have very clear-cut seasons and I think it’s something we miss around here.

The time I spent up north there were such beautiful clear seasons it would take your breath away.

The summer was warm and bright green. Everything was lush and bright.

The fall brought on bright leaves, cool evenings, and the harvest. Berries and apples. All kinds of beautiful things.

When winter came so did the snow, it was cold and white, with the ever greens still glowing underneath it all.

And then the spring! Bright flowers, different berries, bold colors, birds, I een had an encounter with a beautiful fawn.

There is something overly dramatic about the seasons up there. The lines don’t blur, you just wake up one morning and there it is, knocking on your front door.


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I am a poetess, a mother-to-be, a pround woman, and stubborn beyound reason. View all posts by lowkiespeaks

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