Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons

 

The geese don’t protest the summer’s end, complain about the

flight ahead. They trust the seasons .

Yet we decry each age and stage of our lives, wishing to be other

than ourselves. And in our protestation, our lamentations,

miss the loveliness of now

 

Quadrille #354: I Protest

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