Seasons Recycled

Prompt:“Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.”
~ Marche Blumenberg ~

Coldness and desolation come within the confines of Winter.
The earth freezes, leaving only dried reminders of once green landscapes;
landscapes that will flourish again with the promise of Spring.
The bitter winds and stinging snows punctuate the barrenness,
making a somber statement to the demise of the once luscious beauty.

But these proclamations will pass.
Words spoken in January will fade as icicles in the sunlight.
New testimonials will arise with the warmth of April showers
And the buds of renewal will cover the now dead topography
With verdant gowns of splendor.

Luxuriant wardrobes bedeck the surroundings where
there were only mourning shades of gray and brown.
And the countryside will bask in the glow of the Summer sun.
As surely as September follows August, Autumn returns.
These same backdrops will cast off their robes of green,

Exchanging them for fashions of resplendent oranges, yellows and browns.
They dress as if going to a glorious fancy ball
where they will whirl and spin in their finery and finally turn loose their hold on limbs
that will be naked at the return of Winter.
The seasons completed will cycle one after another each in their time.

For everything has its time and purpose,
Fulfilling the perfect plan of our Father in Heaven.

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