The Ocean of Seasons

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“I to the world am like a drop of water

That in the ocean seeks another.”

~ Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors

Throughout the seasons water drips.  In spring

The dripping follows violence of March,

Its showers coming with ripping sting

To cherry petals and across the arch

Of apple blossoms, April.  Summer comes

With calm of warmer showers but the drips

Continue.  Orange groves hear bee-wing hums

When thunderstorms have passed, the blossoms’ lips

Touched briefly in the search for nectar.  Fall

Brings dripping water seeps when hurricanes

Have finished.  They have left destruction’s scrawl

But there is hope in plopping from the rains.

  The harshness of the winter ice thaws down.

    It prays with drips and dreams of thistledown.

Joan Sutherland – Light as thisledown Compilation