Days come, in their variety,
Everything living jumps into the rounds —
birth and renewal, harvest and rest

We find ourselves seasoned by seasons,
patina’d, weathered,
rising and falling with readiness
for the arc at hand,
new growth superimposed
on the memory of last year’s cycles,
becoming timeless with the ancient breathing
of what returns again, ever new.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2016