Who would have guessed it

My love for every season

Could be distilled and

Captured within these verses

Month by month, year over year.

End of an Era!

For the employee or firm?

Perhaps both are true.

But growth requires great changes,

Sometimes at the highest level.

The rise and the fall

Another season’s turning

Ripen on the vine

That is the year twenty three

And two-thousand new vintage

July is made for

Hammocks hanging between trees

Swaying to and fro

Gently with the summer breeze

Dappled in sunny splotches