We are seasons, Spring, youthful, summer, experiencing life, autumn slowing down, dropping our leaves.

Winter, branches bare all, no need to hide who we are, saying things we should have said years ago.

Slipping off the Earth, letting the stages of life carry us, resisting but not able to hang on. Digging our nails in, clawing at life, I want to stay.

All that we are seems lost, memories fade,

The world goes on around us, it carries on.

Will anyone notice, will the world sing my song, a mournful tune, a lament of life.

The cradle of death is ready to tuck me in and rock me to sleep.

I wish the door of death would open and just let me peep.

If only I knew what lay beyond, I may rest my head down, let go and sleep.

My body is stumbling and as I fall I feel a peace.

I let my eyes rest and I know I am light, I am love , I am all that is, I let my head fall into the pillow and the cradle motions me home.

Home with my loves.

And at the beginning there was light and at the end there was light, just as we end we begin.