An early spring day not on the calendar but in the birds’ chorus,
The blue skies and the blossoming trees.
It’s late winter for mom and dad, not by the stars but in their bodies and minds.
It’s early autumn for Terry and me, not by nature but by our waning energy and tired bodies.
It’s the heat of summer for Matthew, not by the sun’s position but through his rising hopes and continued dreams.
Life is a mix of all seasons and all our situations at any given moment.
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