Another Season


Do I rest as do the flowers and trees outside?  Do I dormant in my own Winter also?  As I am beginning to down at the thought of no more “pretties” to see outside, I see Fall is upon us today.  I see rest and quiet and building strengths from within the depths of soil and the peaks of branches.  A much needed rest from the toils their oppressed earth brings.  A rest to feed, to re-do what was drained, to refill the empty and torn and battered.  To rest and rebirth in another season.

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