2009-Seasons of Change by Jennifer Adele

Seasons of Change Can you feel the wheel?... Round about is our eternal seal; Our fate has been set before, Time again when time is no more. Listen now to the soft sweet sound, As the wheel it goes around; The vibe of hope a constant thrum, Opening of green buds to a steady hum. Watch the trees with their full leaves, Vibrant shades of yellows, reds, and greens; Becoming beauty at its strengthened peak, Until it is rest that nature will seek. Flaming fire held inside smudged black wings, Cauldrons stir and pagan folk sing; The leaves then fall to a silent ground, Fires pierce the veil all around. Then blackness descends as a cloak, Shielded beneath a bare and massive oak; Branches covered all in white, Held inside a dreamless and starry night. A perpetual journey, similar but not the same, A cycle spiraling beyond a given name; We are our ancestors and yet we are not, It is evolution's art- have we forgot?...