As Leland B. Jacobs says, "January opens the box of the year…."  

I'd like to share a poem inspired by my own love of the turning year, and the seasons it will bring.

Four Winds

The East Wind is a gentle breeze

Stirring blossoms on the trees,

She whispers secrets to the clouds

And brings the hint of rain.

 

The south Wind sends a scorching sky

And bakes the summer grasses dry.

Across the hot and thirsty land

He rolls the lightning storm.

 

The West Wind shares a lush display

Of swirling leaves and smoky gray

Ripe with spicy apple smell.

Her richness fills the earth.

 

The North Wind howls and whips the snow

To hurry, faster, faster, go!

Stinging the air with sleet and ice

He drives the frozen night.

 

Each in its season comes again:

A memory of what has been,

The promise of the circling year

Renewing time and life.

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From Year-Round Read-Aloud, Read-Along Rhymes: Celebrating Holidays and Seasons  

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May this year bring a world of beauty and wonder to you and your family through reading aloud together!

Susan Call Hutchison

 

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