Winter is an etching,
spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting,
and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Before one season passes into another, some of what has been comes along with the new blessings and before long the coming one begins easing its gifts into place. For example ripening rose hips are a part of winter’s etching, roses are a blooming bestowal of springtime’s watercolor epic, the ornamental grasses appeared on summer’s sunny, brush-stroked canvas, and little purple asters aswarm with bees are currently securing their place in autumn’s developing mosaic, a mosaic not too different from the section of a pieced quilt like the one in the photo.
…the discipline of blessings is to taste
each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet
and the salty, and be glad for what does not
hurt. The art is in compressing attention
to each little and big blossom…
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