A poem: Seasons Turning

The year is a quiet wheel,
turning beneath our feet—
spring loosens the earth’s tight fist,
letting green sigh into the world.

Summer arrives barefoot,
heat shimmering like a promise,
days stretching long enough
for laughter to find a home.

Then autumn, the gentle undoing—
trees letting go without fear,
leaves falling like soft confessions
the wind carries away.

Winter closes the circle,
laying a white hand on everything,
teaching rest, teaching stillness,
teaching the beauty of waiting.

And through it all,
the heart keeps shifting too—
warming, blooming, breaking,
quietly learning to begin again.