Seasons of Change


Fires in the heart warm the icy fingers of winter.

Outside the trees are heavy dripping ice.

Inside another log is placed where a glowing bed of coals

awaits new fuel for its fingers of fire.


Winters grip will soon make way for the budding of those branches

that are now heavily burdened with ice and snow.

Windows will open wide inviting in the smell of new birth.

The wood stove where we once warmed hands and soul and stoked the coals may become another place to put a potted plant.


A time for everything

A purpose for everything

Time and purpose unite and create

Seasons of change.