Cyclical Patterns

If only we could choose 

the seasonal slice of our preference

and hold onto it until we were ready for the next...

cherry-picking to fit our current mood

and basking in the moments until...

the next slice was desired.

My pie of seasons would be heavily-stacked toward Spring & Fall

with just a sprinkling of fluffy snow upon demand. 

The summer pieces would be dialed-down on temp and laden with water activities,

reminders of my youth. 

If only we could morph the cyclical patterns into an asymmetrical version...

I would spend endless hours uncovering the newly-emerging plants of Spring

and marveling at God's handiwork in the endless colors of Fall.