In late winter, I heard the formidable crash of a huge oak tree on the hillside next to our home. Death for the old oak wasn’t the end and I write more of those thoughts here. It’s a stunning prelude to spring, but below I’ve posted the poem I wrote this autumn as I thought back on this year of seasons.
Seasons are woven together so intricately and yet so different in nature. We need each one to have them all, and I love how God made seasons to move and shift and change and be.
(have your cake & eat it too)
(“We should have done it years ago. Planting fruit trees that is…”)
( stand-alone read & a rich + compelling companion to Swan Song of a Scarecrow. You’ll get an expansive look into my creative style as a poet.)
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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