Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 (Portfolio Poem #11)

**inspired by Vivaldi's Four Seasons**



Everything has an appointed season, and there is a time for every matter under the heaven.


Dusk has fallen in my yard

I dangle my legs off the rough, sun warmed iron

listening lazily to the drone of cicadas fill the sultry air.


A time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot that which is planted.


The endless summer night an empty piece of paper

waiting for me to aimlessly scrawl a memory.

A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break and a time to build.

The golden glow of this afternoon is a silky embrace as I walk to class,

Glossy textbooks in my arms.

leaves are fluttering down-- flames crunching underfoot

A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time of wailing and a time of dancing.

The snapping breeze brings the glittering undercurrent of winter

And carries the scent of apples.

A time to cast stones and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from 

embracing.


Brisk winter winds immediately introduce themselves

I step outside at dawn. clean, cold air.

energy coursing through my body. 

A time to seek and a time to lose; a time to keep and a time to cast away


Pale light filters slowly through the stark, bare trees

the entire world still snuggled under its downy blanket.


A time to rend and a time to sew; a time to be silent and a time to speak.


Tender shoots poke through my periphery

I shed my cocoon; emerge triumphant

The world emerges from hibernation.


A time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace.


Minty rains wash the cold away

And the silvery sun returns again.