Seasons

~~~ Father—Creation that you’ve made! Spring’s sweet buds, and Summer’s glade; Pumpkin’s orange in Fall’s bright pallet, Forest’s sleep ‘neath Winter’s mallet… ~~~ Your seasons teach me lessons stern; Lessons…

… Nope.

  Are we there yet God? Have we finally found it… Rock bottom?   (Am I done falling?) It feels like I’ve finally found the cement—no further to fall… Yes, Rock…