Note to self…

Love, in every season of life

Flowers bound to bloom

Leaves’ red reward of great work

Water’s beautiful form falls

Tiniest bud breaks ground

None the same as the last

Yet each bringing its collective beauty

Our choice is to see that beauty

Our choice is to carry what was before

Or to open to what is new

Our choice is to see the light

Or to see what is only dark

Oh the seasons, oh the wonder

Oh the choice

I choose Love