What if the way we move through life isn’t something to control, but something to listen to?
I wrote this poem ‘The Seasons and Us’ from my own experience of nature, of rhythm, and of the subtle emotional shifts that happen within us as the world changes around us I wonder how it speaks to you.
Maybe when you read The Seasons and Us, you find a moment of stillness, and perhaps a little permission to be exactly where you are.
THE SEASONS AND US, by Kelly Saward
What is this I’m feeling, outside / inside of me?
The drawing evenings and the darkness, it enables me to see.
Not see by sight or vision, but to see inside myself.
The reflection of the seasons leads to better health.
The crisp cold early mornings, the sun is shining bright.
Wintering upon us, emergence not yet insight.
The new year down on paper, but deep inside my soul,
I’m resting and I’m nesting with no rush to have to go.
The seeds are firmly planted, underneath the ground,
Hibernation and slow movement; listen to the sounds.
Listening to my body, the urge to move ahead,
But nature once more reminds me, it’s okay to rest my head.
The warmth creeps in so gradually from within the crisp cold nights,
The leaves return, the shoots emerge, blooming in the light.
Suddenly with patience, the energy returns,
To integrate into the world, I softly re-emerge.
The seasons full of wisdom, don’t rush for what’s to come,
The body getting stronger, let’s walk before we run.
The sun feels warm, the air is calm, the moon, she’s always there,
Guiding with the seasons, trust this way is fair.
We move through true uncertainty; the darkness meets the light.
The sun it rises each new day, trust when the time is right.
The joy expressed, the colours, long evenings stretched ahead,
The warmth felt on my skin once more, it’s not yet time for bed.
Growing and connecting, moving with the seasons,
This age-old way won’t fail its present for a reason.
The leaves soon fall, the sunsets, the early evenings draw.
The crispness of the evening, insight that less is more.
The body knows, the universe, the heart and Mother Earth.
Trust in your own seasons, be gentle, know your worth.
Love is all around us, time the greatest gift,
Spend your moments lovingly, this life your one great wish.
My intention was to explore the idea that we are not separate from the seasons we are part of them. That winter invites rest, even when the world encourages constant movement, a part of me now craving to be in the winter stillness as the sun stays for a little longer. That spring doesn’t rush, but unfold, and wow, the light that streams through the window each day. That summer fells in sight expanding us into joy and expression. And that autumn soon will gently remind us to let go again, to simplify, to come back inward. But we don’t need to rush it all.
From my heart to yours this poem connects me back to the mindful attitude of ‘Trust’
Trusting our own timing.
Trusting the quieter moments.
Trusting that rest is not falling behind, but an essential part of growth.
In a fast-paced world, it’s easy to lose touch with these natural rhythms. This poem is an invitation to return to them, to move more mindfully, to listen more deeply, and to honour whatever season you find yourself in.
Because just like nature, we are always changing. And every phase has its place.
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