A story for spring.
On what light makes possible.

A story for summer.
On the small brightness that doesn’t ask to be seen.

A story for fall.
On what still fits, even after the years.

A story for winter.
On what kindness feels like in the cold.

A story for spring.
On what begins again after you stopped waiting

A story for summer.
On what you carry when joy feels quieter.

A story for fall.
On what you release once you understand it stayed.

A story for winter.
On what remains when you stop trying so hard to understand it.

A story for winter. On what waits patiently to be remembered.