“For everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”


Snowfall comes:

winter, though cruel,

is yet beautiful.


And then a soul’s springtime,

the budding of flowers

in a person’s spirit.


The summer, warmth

of fruition, plans achieved,

a time to relax and enjoy.


Come fall, the death of leaves,

perhaps the death

of loved ones.


On and on in an endless cycle,

equal parts necessary and



“good” and “bad” in harmony,

such are the seasons of life.