Circular seasons.

Trees, whose leaves of changing hues paint

A momentary portrait of a new season

Whose leafy arms hold birds in joyous song

Remind us of life’s eternal spring

Not otherwise discerned.

The trunks of fallen trees; circular rings

A reminder of yesteryear-of seasons come and gone

Of encouragements, the warmth of a fire glow

Of mysteries, of meanings no longer obscure

As grace unfolds, it is a gift of life.

But for all that is said and done

In grief, in joy, in all things under the sun

It is the act of kindness

That all seasons doth surpass.