Seasons sing with unrelenting passion,
Each delighted utterly to be.
All are beautiful in their own fashion,
Singing songs that shape the way we see.
Oceans dance to music not their own,
Needing moon and wind to shape their will,
'Mid mind and act a choice, but not alone,
Shifted by the shore, yet dancing still.
Grace comes from without and from within,
Receding and then turning back, like tides,
Enduring as desire, as faith, as whim,
Enduring where one's sense of life abides.
The seasons come and go, the rhythm of
Imagination, longing, will, and love.
Nor can one be whole except as part,
Giving voice to a collective art,
Singing, singing to a common heart.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Video and Audio Music: English Country Garden. By Aaron Kenny. Music free to use at YouTube.