Seasonal Reflections
A puddle was all that remained of the previous night's torrential rainstorm. Remnants of Autumn floated in the water, while some fallen leaves remained encased in ice which was gradually melting into a slushy nature collage, a seasonal offering of Fall memories, soon to fade, mixed with visions of a Winter not yet realized. A transition of sorts, the change of seasons occurs in an orderly fashion, like the changing of the guard or the circle of life...as life is bittersweet in its cyclical nature of birth and death, so is the familiar passing of time according to nature's clock a repetitive pattern of reciprocity, by which a season of wither becomes all but forgotten once the excited anticipation of Spring renewal peeps its first sign of new life. ~ ©️December 5, 2018 Lisa Pearlman
Seasonal Reflections
A puddle was all that remained of the previous night's torrential rainstorm. Remnants of Autumn floated in the water, while some fallen leaves remained encased in ice which was gradually melting into a slushy nature collage, a seasonal offering of Fall memories, soon to fade, mixed with visions of a Winter not yet realized. A transition of sorts, the change of seasons occurs in an orderly fashion, like the changing of the guard or the circle of life...as life is bittersweet in its cyclical nature of birth and death, so is the familiar passing of time according to nature's clock a repetitive pattern of reciprocity, by which a season of wither becomes all but forgotten once the excited anticipation of Spring renewal peeps its first sign of new life. ~ ©️December 5, 2018 Lisa Pearlman