P O E M · the promise of seasons

While we leave behind the darkest days of the year I return to this song about the wild wind, the cycles of life which are so beautifully expressed through the seasons, but can be daunting at times.

I find solace in the words: “Love lies in the arms of change”.

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The acorn carries an oak tree

Sleeping but for a little while

Winter lies in the arms of spring

As a mother carries her child

And never knows

How wild the wind blows
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A thought carries a universe

A seed carries a field of grain

Love lies in the arms of change

As a joy carries a pain

And no one knows

How wild the wind blows

Molly Drake, 1955

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images: beautiful mimosa; Ernst Haekel (plate 72); a winter moment in The Netherlands