Going In Circles Poem by Bryan Taplits

The Sun revolves
The earth still spins
Each knowing where to be,
And so do the seasons of our life
Revealing timely portents-
Synchronicity.

For the winter blew this January-
and thus trees were naked of leaves,
And yet here it is near February
and this now is what I see:
The upcoming portal of a new season
In its fertile synchronicity.

Today buds on trees,
dogs roam free,
squirrels they jump in glee,
Just a few more months
And then we all will 'thank'-
Synchronicity.

The seasons will all change again-
And when the air surrounds us with chill
we hope it will be quickly.
But the one thing that never changes
is both our Hope and life's
Synchronicity.