To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. ~Mary Oliver, American poet
Don’t leave me in the Spring —
When tiny robins and bunnies leap from their nests
When lilac blossoms waft fragrant on gentle breezes
When sun-splashed skies exude fathoms of blue.
Don’t leave me in the Summer —
When vacation trails beckon adventures to warm beaches
When the ice cream truck bell shimmers refreshment
When fireworks adorn the skies and Sol glows until bedtime.
Don’t leave me in the Fall —
When tree fashion turns to reds, golds, and bronzes
When sweaters, flannel, and blue jeans emerge from hiding
When togetherness means pumpkins, apple cider, and football.
Don’t leave me in Winter —
When lacy snowflakes multiply into mountains of white
When absolute stillness opens its arms to a huge maize moon
When holidays and holy days fade disagreements and strife.
Just don’t leave me at all, okay?