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Cycle
It is Winter! We wait for the planting moment of thyme.
Don’t fret, especially here, for seasons may change on a dime!
We will always continue through the passage of time,
through it all until healed past the most bitter hoarfrost and rime.
Here! Look at what lies concealed,
Under white blanket and invisible chill the green nature is sealed,
But soon on the horizon are flowers in the field,
The taste of Spring found in the honey they’ll soon help to yield.
It is simply change, the truth of seasons that’s revealed.
A season after the period of petrichor, peaches and apricots galore,
“stone fruits” in Summer peeled.
