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CHARLES L. EAST As awakening comes a faint movement of life from within as the Earth turns its face towards the Sun. all things new and wondrous, rise in profusion to color and adorn Blessed Spring In its gentle embrace, I am taught to live. The manacles of Summer subdue and bow the mighty to wilting surrender as though the anvil of the Sun had been struck an oppressive and breathless blow to render the Earth submissive to its will. Blessed Summer in its tenacious grasp, I am taught to endure. An insidious change marks the air and rising winds foster gentle persuasion to shed, without restraint, the fullness of a bounteous yesterday, to bare its soul without question to the mighty commands of Fall. Blessed Autumn in its relentless power, I am taught to prepare. The Sun at meridian in all its strength, concedes defeat to the icy mantel of the North, whose rampant winds entice all life to blissful sleep. Blessed Winter… in its harsh magnificence, I am taught to die.
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