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The seasons are what a symphony ought to be:
four perfect movements in harmony with each other.
Arthur Rubenstein


SEASON'S BEST

Four seasons rule the tides of man
To tally days in balanced span
And each would lord with rule unique
Then abdicate in partial sleep

Winter winds will lead the year
As fall descends...then disappears
To cover hills in frosty white
And give us bluest, clearest nights

Spring will blow the softest breath
As winter wanes....and lays to rest
To coax the passions of the earth
As all turns green and new by birth

Summer swells with life that soars
As spring scents sweetly and demure
When all is teaming packed by heat
The days grow longer and repeat

Fall cools all, with winds of change
As summer colors end campaign
And takes the seeds to waiting beds
To blanket babes...in leaves of red

Pax
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 Winter welcomes those whose need is to rest. Spring welcomes those whose need is a new beginning. Summer welcomes those whose need is to dance and grow. Autumn welcomes those whose need is to enjoy ripened fruit. 
 
 American Zen