Seasons And Beyond

A foggy day with a slight drizzle always brings out the urge to write in me. A cozy corner with a book and a cup of coffee - who cares for the world?

A bright summer day, fills everyone around with an energy to chew up every single problem around them.

And Ah! The rains always make me nostalgic and at the same time bring out the element - after all I'm a water girl you see!

The affects of the seasons have always intrigued me - everyone seems to dance in tandem with it's every rhythm.

I could go on about the affect of these seasons on the humans, their psyche and what have you. But, something stops me from going that route. These thoughts are common place. I want to share more than that.

Have you ever felt that you want to say so much, but didn't know where to start? Claustrophobic and confused? I'm sure all of us have been there...I feel that way with this on my hands today.

I'll take leave of the seasons in the real world for now, and take you with me to read about something that goes a tad beyond what meets the eye.

I have always liked this poem by Keats - sharing it below:

The human seasons

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

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