Change of seasons brings
Change of venue
From a field of green
To my field of dreams
Change of venue
From a field of green
To my field of dreams
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
I prefer the rise and fall
The twist and turn
Cliche they are
But how I learn
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”