Seasons of change

This earth has its seasons

Cycles of times where energy rises and falls

Where death and life inter weave

In a magical mysterious tapestry

And there is always a reason

For each phase

Light and dark

Times of ending

Times of decay

And of new beginnings

So sad

So often to see

We want to erase the winter

Fearing the dark passage that follows

The burnished autumnal phases

Of Red

And of orange and gold

When this is the time

When the spark of fire means so much

And when we feel the tides and rhythms of life

Transforming

Do not reject any of your inner seasons

There is always a reason why

Things rise and fall

Hurt and heal

Dissolve and redeem

And resisting those ever present tides of change

Will only leave you strangling

Within and narrow and all too shallow

Frozen domain

Of no growth

No suffering

No wisdom

No joy

Untouched

By powerful seasons

Of change