Seeing a prism through an icicle
as it hangs in pristine beauty, the
sun reflects the purity within, before
it melts it completely

The trees too, look like glass from the ice storm that has passed, and the sun is now thawing  their beautiful icy dress

The different forms that nature assumes
so provacative, when you stop to think
of it, and has many analogies to our  own facade in all  the different seasons of our lives we are at times like the landscape  the mountain,  the seas, the skies

In Spring we too find ourselves regaled
in splendid fashion that explodes upon
the scene like the Daffodils and Cana Lily's

Summertime we assume the laconic style of undress, lounging around in  lazy loose demeanor  to accomodate the sultry sun

We have our times of resplendent dress like the Autumn foliage, we exude colorful exteriors dressed in our new fall finery

In Winter that cold season of splendid
snowy-showy beauty, we cover ourselves in colorful clothes of wool to keep out the chill while we dress nature in the season of glorious sights with Christmas lights

In all of these seasons we too, assume the raiment of the storms that come in such variety and  velocity that can soak us freeze us, flood us, assail us ,knock us down scare us, and sometimes even end us

We all blend together in this hodge-podge of creation, people and nature, earth and heaven, beauty and beast love and hate all to be celebrated as this glorious thing we call life

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