Seasons are like a musical score
With Spring as opening cellos,
Summer's a melody we cannot let go
And November a splendid crescendo.
Winter peals her silvery flute,
Echoes of Christmas chimes,
Lilting miracles taking root,
All in three-quarter time.
------G. Hill
—-G. Hill
For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
-----Isaiah 55:12
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The Gift of Awe
Snow-Kissed
Wings tucked in
For the soul to be heard.
—-Angie Weiland-Crosby
what a beautiful way to visualize the seasons – I have never thought of it this way!