Season Wheel
The season wheel is turning.
Light, bright, crisp air.
New things, shedding old
things, dry things, odd things,
unnecessary things.
The season wheel is turning,
high sky, bright sun, mellow light,
and harvest.
New things come to replace the
old, the things that were
worn out, useless;
the new comes to settle
in the space left by the old.
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.
posted by Imogen Crest @ 9:35 PM
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The 
1 Comments:
Season wheel turning. What a magnificent metaphor Monika. I might be forced to stop meditating in my arm chair at Owl Island and draw this.
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