“It is too cold for me,” says Reason.
I turn to my friend in need, and say
“I can see. I don’t disagree with the seasons.”
“What do you mean? I’m right here freezin,
And I have been shiverin all day!
Tell me, how could you possibly stay?” says Reason.
“This is the world I choose to be in,
I wouldn’t have it any other way,”
I say. “I don’t disagree with the seasons.”
“But look: The wind! The trees are leanin!
“And why on Earth is winter so gray?
“It is way way way too cold for me,” says Reason.
Pausing for a moment, I soften, and lean in:
“The trees will sway, and days will be gray.
“In this mysterious way, I must agree with the seasons,
“Feeling the rhythm, an invitation to deepen.
“Seasons teach us that this too will pass away.”
“So, it’s okay to feel cold and gray?” says Reason.
“Well, I suppose that I too don’t disagree with the seasons.”