Oh, Seasons

Late August nights cool
burnt dry hues
will soon transform –
symphony of colour

There is sorrow
in Summer’s end;
Autumn’s icy breath
Winter’s warning.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

21 thoughts on “Oh, Seasons”

  1. Here in Southern California we have another month or two of summer–at least in temperatures! But I look for the subtle changes and I’m ready! You painted a beautiful description with your words and I could for a moment feel the “icy breath.” Lovely, V.J.


  2. There is always some sorrow as the seasons shift, summer to fall. I don’t love fall on the prairies, but I always loved autumn in Ontario. The colours are outstanding and the air…brisk, fresh!

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  3. The leaves are starting to turn color here also, but slowly. Yellows first. A touch here and there. The ‘symphony of color’ is yet to come. 🙂 My favorite time of year. Going out today for an adventure. Maybe my camera might catch something interesting. Hope you have a peaceful long week-end, V. J.

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