Lady Summer

Lady Summer reigns over long hot days.

Boldly, she leans into the heat and breathes it in.

Without apology she dares you to do the same.

Beckons you to follow along the edge of the shore. To give into freedom, to build sand castles, to play.

She urges you to reach with both hands to grab hold of time even as you feel it slip through your fingers.

Even as her days begin to wane, she laughs as she slowly slips away.

Leaving behind thoughts and memories offered up like treasure to be enjoyed from the sea.

Lady Spring Makes Her Debut

She has waited with patience as Lady Winter held sway over the earth.

But finally her time has come and Lady Spring steps out from behind a curtain of green.

Color begins to burst from the ground. Dark gives way to light and the world begins to wake again.

Quietly gaining momentum she gathers harbingers of new life and sets them free.

And sends sweet scented blossoms drifting down the river.

In a dance to music she alone hears she scatters a confetti of petals to celebrate.

Knowing her season is short but without envy or sadness she pours out all she has and settles down by the brook, to wait while the coolness fades.

Tea With Lady Winter

Brittle and unyielding with nothing to soften her edges.
Winter is like the grand Lady who partakes of her tea on the edge of her seat keeping all of the rules.
No promise found like in the hope of Spring.
Fiercely rigid she lacks the impetuousness of the summer heat.
Pensive as she sweeps across the earth, austerely grieving the death of autumn’s boisterous colors. 
Until, alone and spent, she drops her frigid crown and curves in on herself and waits.