Date: (Wednesday, March 16, 2011)
While spending a spring weekend at Paradis Inn in 2008- this poem was gifted to me.
The Wheel it Turns
Brilliant sky
Both day and night
I stand in awe
The dancing light.
The ice it cracks
As water flows
Spring is sprung
As winter goes.
The circle moves
Its’ journey true.
We look ahead
Both me and you.
All unknown
Not so. Not so.
The summer comes
Then fall. Then snow.
This wheel it turns
With many gifts
Four seasons come
As weather shifts.
I’ll sleep awhile
Enjoy this place
As clouds roll up
In changing space.
Written by Karen Brinkman, March 11, 2008