SEASONS

Ho Hum, when will spring get here? I think I have a touch of Spring Fever. Its snowing outside right now, will pass after midnight. I'm longing for another long walk(with my new camera lol). I just took Mikey out and the snow is still coming down softly. I love how quiet it gets when it snows. I love the weather. Rain, snow, sleet or shine....isn't that the  mail-mans' old adage? Each day the sun is getting a little higher in the sky and the light is starting to change. The equinox is just about a month away. All the seasons excite me. They each have their own essence. Winter to me is old and withdrawn, secret, meditative and quiet.and solemn. Cold and icy  with howling winds, winter can sometimes become a bitter foe then turn and blanket the earth with snow, inviting us into her winter wonderland. Winter has a raw beauty about it. The trees are bare and showing their intricate designs. Bare trees are poetry, art, they inspire. Mysterious winter, a time for soul-searching.                                           Spring is youthful,vibrant, full of excitement, joy, and recklessness. All is new and bright. Busy sounds of awakening life.. Spring is creative and full of energy.The air echos with laughter.The sun is higher and the light is sparkling. Rainy days quench the thirst of new growth.The smells of spring are clean and sweet.Spring is the season that brings wonder and awe.                                                                                                                    Summer, hot, hazy summer. Full to the brim. Nurturing. Overflowing with lust. The days last forever and the memories are  sweet.The air hums,sultry and sensuous. She smiles at our carelessness.The smells of summer are heady, dripping with perfume. The breeze is soft and silky,lazy and luxurious. Fantasy and daydreams engage our minds.                                                                                                       Magical, mystical Autumn. Hauntingly beautiful.  Longer shadows as the light begins to wane. Changing, with vivid displays of color. Musky and  thrilling. Deep and fecund.. Full of pungent smells. Ripe and ready for an artists canvas. Filled with muses and wisdom. Days become shorter. Life begins to age as it readies itself for a long winters slumber.The sun casts golden rays that enchant the heart and move the soul. I always say that I have a favorite season, but when each of them come in turn, each one becomes my favorite.