The Seasons and the Reasons for Joy


The Seasons and the Reasons for Joy

The fairy garden nestled between the plants,
provides a bit of whimsy to match the season,
birds sing in sweet accord, proclaiming the end of winter,
squirrels play tag, chasing each other along the budding branches,
early, fragrant flowers burst forth in a dizzying array of colors,
a Bob Dylan song on the radio promises we’ll find the answer Blowin’ in the Wind,
then a choir joins in, harmonies begin,
it’s the kind of season when children laugh for no reason;
they roll in the fresh mown grass,
feel the cool spring breeze and hear the last school bell ring,
strangers smile at each other,
random acts of kindness occur so often they hardly seem random at all,

as spring turns to summer, the air shifts and taste buds drift
to ripe tomatoes, corn on the cob, hand-churned ice cream, and peaches
that drip down the chin,
where to begin with summer delights,
freshly washed sheets hang on the line,
hands deep in the soil urge plants to grow,
an elderly friend drops by; tasks are dropped, tea is made
so free, a day like this, free to smile, share a hug, be kind,
bumblebees and hummingbirds dance in the yard,
kids on bikes ride down a hill, wind at their backs;
shrieks of laughter float on the air,
fireflies at dusk, deep sighs, the time to relax sets in,
curl up with a book while a thunderstorm cooks up a rollick of thunder and rain,
then night settles in and the children run in to snuggle in their parents’ bed,
such a joyous thing, children at sleep; peace before day starts again,
a vacation is planned, time at the beach, a tent is pitched close to high tide,
the sunset’s orange streaks make room for the stars
and a full moon brings wondrous delight,
a kayak floats by, with nary a sound, the clouds casting shadows and light,
campfire songs, a big sing-along, the crickets pick up on the beat,
a walk in the sand, time to hold hands, just quiet with no need to speak,
I Love You is writ in the sand,
a beating drum cuts into the reprieve and school bells ring out once again,

new things are learned while the mockingbird sings
of a quickening change in the wind,
the colorful leaves, a riot it seems, burst forth like a song,
then they rustle and fall,
they crunch underfoot on a crisp, windy day,
while pumpkins and spice and everything nice seduce with exotic, fine scents,
warm donuts, hot cider, apple crisp, such bliss,
hay rides, goblin masks, raking tasks; it’s all a part of the fall,
we stop to give thanks and reach to embrace the folks that we love most of all,
a grandchild’s kiss, sweet moments like this
might hold us the whole winter long,

as the coldest months roll into stay, our dreams needn’t be put away,
like a novel with chapters unwritten, or a scarf being knit by the fire,
our desires remain in play,
as the day dawns anew, the sunrise peeks in to shake off the dew,
the smell of fresh coffee nudges thoughts of the past
when joy filled our hearts most of all,
it’s the simplest things we recall,
warm socks on our feet, a baby’s first smile, a walk in the park,
a song in our heart, a rainbow of magic that fills up the sky,
all of our friends who help us get by,
and on the dark nights when we turn out the lights,
we remember these things big and small,
and know the seasons and the reasons for joy
are the very best things after all.

This is an interactive poem created with prompts/submissions from 40 friends via my facebook page. They were asked to list things that bring them joy. Their responses brought me true happiness and provided me with two days of JOY as I worked to mold their beautiful words into a poem. A few of their comments were consolidated or reworded slightly but I hope I included the gist of what everyone was trying to say. Thank you to everyone! This project was a real gift!

I took the photo at a family wedding a few years ago.

14 responses

  1. Diane Johnson Spwck | Reply

    Very nice😃

  2. I think that your poem is amazing. It brought many joyful memories to my mind reading it.

    1. Diane, I am incredibly touched by your kind words. Joyful memories are the very best kind. I wish you many, many more!

  3. Tears, Rita! This is my favorite poem I’ve read of yours yet! Thanks for inviting us to be part of the process!

    1. Annie, you are so kind and your friendship brings me joy! The process wouldn’t have been complete without you joining in. 🙂

  4. I feel so honored to be a small part of your beautiful poem. You have a wonderful gift for writing!

    1. Nancy, it was an honor to use everyone’s beautiful words and to think about all the ways joy fills our hearts. Thank you for joining in!

  5. Left a smile on my face! Beautiful!

    1. Thank you, Nancy! A smile is always a good thing, especially when we’re thinking about the things that bring us joy. Joy to you!

  6. Rita, what a gift you have with words and ideas… and to include all of us and let us join in the creation of something so beautiful and heartfelt.. Thank you for sharing your joy and uniting all of us in joy as well.

    1. Libby, I loved all of your ideas for the poem. It was so heartwarming to know all the comments everyone made were about joy. A very lovely thing to contemplate. Joy to you!

  7. Absolutely loved this poem and the way it captured so many of the brief moments that make our lives joyful. You have an amazing gift!

    1. Thanks, Maureen! Joy like love are two of our most powerful emotions. We know them when we feel them but they are harder to define. As all the participants in the writing of this poem helped to clarify – joy is really everywhere! xoxo

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