We all know in our hearts ,and within our
sensory selves ,about the passage of time. Pines are infused with the
knowledge. Bears newly impregnated ,and tunneling into the intoxicating slumber
of hibernation , learn the lesson well.
We sleep and dream and awaken to bright tiny blossoms that made their way through many days and nights, til their inborn force erupts in petals, scent , bright color.
We awaken another morning, and frost has come barreling through the neighborhood , visiting its freeze upon all living things with leaves, with stalks, with blossoms , and suddenly they fall, like a great wave of deep sleep, sweeping into town.
And there we have it ; time and it's commensurate deliverance , settling hard down upon us ,with its own dark understanding, as it traverses our magnificent time here .
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