A poem to mark the seasons of nature and life.
(Image description: A photo of two orange oak leaves taped to a window, with an overcast day behind it. A long-haired cat sits near the window in silhouette, with a chair in the forefront.) Credit: Photo by pure julia on Unsplash
Turning of Seasons
Brighid of the Seasons,
as the days darken,
You nest in Your cottage.
Turn, turn
whirls Your spinning wheel,
twining wool as it does life.
Ancestress of the Cycles, guiding
strands into eternity
from earth to sea to sky.
Each night to each day,
every night to every day.
the seasons renew.
As the world changes,
so does the human heart,
like the falling oak leaf.
May my heart know
peace and rest,
like the drifting oak leaf.
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