Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.