confessing nature
seasons come and seasons go
change is forever
Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful. – William Stafford
my other blog, PoetryPalette
-Eugenia
featured image – lovethispic.com
Beautifully captured. 😊🌹
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Thank you! 😉
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This is beautiful! ❤
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Thank you, Deborah! ❤
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The truth in ten words – isn’t haiku excellent – I really think so
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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Always a pleasure, Eugenia
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Eugenia,
Nicely done but I have to wonder is change forever, though? I see people who change to revert back to old habits but are perhaps you speaking in a metaphorically. Sometimes, I wish change was forever especially for those who desperately want to be free from a destructive pattern. Thanks for sharing, darlin’!
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I like your comment, Cathy, and I recently read an article on beBee about change and whether we are moving from or to toxicity. My thoughts about change are best to test the water before you dip your toe. 😬
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