For many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEASONS.
There’s a reason for the season
But I don’t know what it is.
It’s like someone plays
A song inside my heart.
There’s a difference in the air,
Makes my nostrils start to flare,
Scenting changes and
A special vital spark.
It’s alluring in its smell,
I can feel my spirit swell
And take flight among
The birds up in the sky.
There’s a slight nip and a chill
And a stronger breeze around.
It lifts my wings and
Causes me to fly.
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