Season’s Peace

Winter’s chill, Autumn’s bane.
Spun about in thread.
Stitched in evergreen mountainside
Binding seasons
Summer’s glare, Spring’s revival
Calling back from death
From time
Restored anew
Feathers held aloft by gentle air
Glide swiftly overhead
Falling
As flakes upon the clouds
Raining peace
Upon travelers traversing
Softly whispering a sweet song
Peace
Be Still
May your lives be a fanciful as dreams
And your dreams
A reality worth living.