Seasons for souls

Seasons for souls

Witch-hazel, may’s harbinger, bringing us into the season of spring. And as russet leaves pile up in the fall to be scattered by autumn winds. And as pure innocent snow piles up in winter’s trenches. And as the solstice of sun crowns the summer with her long days. As within, so without, as above, so below, so the universe, so the soul. Winter. Spring. Summer. Fall. Four seasons. Four loves. Ever still. Ever still.