Circle of the Seasons

By GCleare

Old Man Winter

Here he is, eyes half-closed in the dim gray world.

Nearly extinguished, the energy of life is at its lowest ebb. You can see it on his face.

In springtime we call him the Green Man, and he leads the creatures in a merry dance of fertility and growth.

But today, he was dozing...

Waiting for the spark to return, the circle to begin again.

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