Give me jasmine on a summer night with gardenias in the shade at mid-day,

Point out the black-eyed susans and daisies, their merry sway in the dusty breeze,

Take me walking over pickle-weed and ice plant along the dunes, the smell of Summer.

Let maple leaves set my heart afire in the crisp, clear autumn air,

Choose a star to wish on with me in the darkness of the country night,

Capture the moon’s glow off the lake as it glimmers, the sights of Fall.

Pour hot chocolate into a fat, thick mug and top it with whipped cream,

Stir crisp kale into the chunky potato soup, layer it with cheddar,

Toss extra thyme and marjoram into the turkey stuffing, the tastes of Winter.

Tie a red kerchief over my blowing hair for a ride in rented convertible,

Pat sun-warmed earth around the seeds of marigolds and sunflowers,

Dance as thunder rumbles, and the fat drops plop on bare arms, feel the Spring.

Listen to the birds of every season announcing the new day,

Hear the waves crashing or rippling or sighing or whispering,

Meditate in the silence of the morning, the noon, the night.

Every season shares its marvels to those who open themselves to beauty,

Focus on the moment, the scent, the sight, the taste, the feel,

Universal control is not ours, but universal delight? Yes, it is.