The Seasons of 2020
Every smile tainted with a splash of hail,
Every plan made, put in motion, only just to fail,
No laughter or salt did the Summer sun to us bring,
Stay inside; don't go outdoors - you cannot bear to be seen.
I have always had an inkling; but this year I've come to know,
That people themselves go through their own seasons, not following directly the moon nor the snow.
For how else can we explain feeling trapped in an eternal Winter, when our bones do not feel strengthened from the sun?
Come Winter,
Come Spring,
Come Summer,
Come Autumn,
And long may they come in their fullness, not forgotten.
Yet may we all continue to move with this wheel -
To retire when the snow barricades us in,
To awaken with the new lamb's bleat,
To enjoy it all with the energy in our bodies: and shed it all again, someday.
Temporal, is everything.
That which we call 'good' and what we call 'bad'.
Yet Winter doesn't hold tightly onto the leaves,
Its grasp loosens,
It knows that with time, they'll be back.
Brónach Lafferty
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