Jack is setting his seeds, soon to turn bright red, a holiday color that says here I am....and the birds find them. All in the great plan of things. Renewal and birth and seedlings growing where others have planted..but only the Great Spirit can stir to life.
But just under the leaf of my thought is the knowledge that the season is moving quickly....forgive me Great Spirit for filling my mind with concern that soon this lovely season will be over and I will once again dread the loneliness of winter.
Let me dwell in the thoughts of childhood
of endless summer
shorts and bathing suits and pools
and no homework
that I treasured,lived
and never worried about their passing
Let me dwell there.