seasons change, and so do we

People around me call me Brave, and consider how, without a job, will I eat. How will I live?

I have no fear.

I’ve spent 27 years witnessing the seasons change, and paying attention to nature. I know very well how this story goes.

Spring brings copulation, creation, and growth. Rain and flowers. Pollen and sunshine. The butterflies return. It’s mating season.

Summer blazes, and turns this brown skin a lustrous mahogany.  I come out of these clothes. I eat watermelon to cool off, or take a dip in pools and oceans. Babies are born. Families have reunions.

Autumn creeps into the room, handing me a blanket and cup of pumpkin spice tea. Leaves put on a fashion show, touting this season’s chic color palette. Animals complete their foraging and preparations for the impending quiet.

And then, Winter.

The Earth looks dead. The flowers, and butterflies are gone. Green is gone. Lakes freeze over, and conversations leave white traces in the air before your nose. Clouds shake dandruff. Sometimes you have to slice the trunk of a tree with your thumb nail to grasp a peek of green … and recall that it is indeed alive. It may be quiet, but there is still Life.

No, I have no job today. I am not broke, though frugal. I fear nothing. I regret nothing. And the microcosm of my world (it seems) is waiting to see what I pull off next. I promise, i’ll do the same thing as Mother Earth…because children learn from their parents.

The seasons will change. I may fall back, but watch me spring forward…time, and time, and time and time again.