Quadrille #149 To Everything

Time to collect sticks and slimy stones from forest stream.
To bandage boo-boos, kiss my childrens’ playtime injuries.
Time to spread knowledge; a patient gardener sowing seeds.
To keep the fingers dancing, a week-long writing jamboree.
To everything, a season emerges for all I want and need.

dVerse Poet’s Pub: Pen a Quadrille (44 lines) to include some form of the word “season.” Join us.

32 Comments

    1. Thank you. I also remember my outside play fondly. I still prefer the outdoors. So glad my children also love frolicking in the forest, so I can continue to build fairy houses and see sticks and slimy stones as sacred treasures. 💜   

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