I love the rolling of the seasons  –
the more I am connected to their rhythms,
the more moments transport me –
lift of cool air across the sun warmth
as I walk back to the house,
both my baskets full,
and more to go back for

And the overlay, across my thought,
of spring – how once again,
I’ll tend and transplant seedlings

Before that, certainly,
the cold short days,
the tending fire,
and projects that go splendidly with hearth time

These images flash through me
and they leave joy –
joy for the fresh change,
and the constancy of rhythm,
joy for sun and rain
and for belonging .

©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2023