11-03-2006


WORLD VIEW - 10

How we learn and grow: Inner Seasons (a sonnet)

“Sonnet of the Inner Seasons”

The winds of autumn twist and tear the leaves
From trees, once green, now nipped by frost and cold.
The gusty blasts just toss them as they please
In heaps of soggy masses of burnt gold.
The trees then stand in naked, lone despair
Like stark and lonely hermits in the world.
It’s just the roots of inner strength, now bare,
That last till spring when life is next unfurled.
Just so, the winds of life do twist and tear
Our shreds of dignity and our disguise.
Life tumbles every man around and round.
It rips our Being bare--yet we grow wise,
Retreating into inner soul today
To gather strength to love another day.

Gayl (1985)