In the spring

everything seemed to smell fresh

everything tickled our nostrils with the possibility

the opportunity to fulfill our wants and needs

in the summer

everything that we planted

everything was revealed in the sun-kissed fields where we had scattered

our bag of seeds

in the fall

everything was harvested

everything presented a bill of consequences

like a storm of falling leaves

in the winter

everything was cold and barren

everything on earth was waiting for redemption

groaning for a chance to begin again