SUSAN’S GLORIOUS TREE MARKS THE BREVITY OF FOUR SEASONS OF LIFE

(Photo won’t show up—as of yet ...  no worries—NGU suggests it’s just a matter of time🙋🏻‍♀️😊)

Breathtakingly beautiful tree of life flaunting its brazen beauty before the inevitable end of fall when winter’s first snowstorm will surely command icy winds to wrap round each vulnerable stem of countless leaves, releasing a shower of crimson to cover the earth until mortals, feeling bittersweet about another year’s timely demise, experience inexplicable need to sweep Mother Nature’s compost into piles filling large black plastic bags—and why this heartfelt poem pushed its way out of my think tank utterly unbidden by the conscious portion of my brain, I have no clue, because this tree in all of its crimson glory is still every bit as breathtaking as is any natural thing of beauty, whose heart stopping maturity is, indeed, impossible to miss, ignore or dismiss no matter how fleeting full blown loveliness always proves to be based in the fact that the circle of life will always present itself within a four season venue, and just as spring has always been first to leap ahead of the lineup, winter never fails to descend, ending each quivering life with a breathy rattle, which proves heart stopping, all around—at last ...

The train of thought, above, which must have been stored within a closet of my mind’s eye, is most likely tied to the trying nature of this last year of my life, because each word, slipping out of my subconscious onto my screen, offered me vivid images of these past twenty-five years in which my precious parents’ maturity arose and then declined until the sad fact of their growing old and passing flashed through the conscious portion of my mind and thus did my compelling need to compose and express this morning’s text to you make sense.  And so, dear friend, whom I’d first embraced wholeheartedly before your blush of springtime and mine leaned in toward the hot days of summer spent happily at the beach with four active little boys, whose innocent giggles wiggled their toes in the sand before my move to the desert saw the autumn of our lives spent far apart though our loving friendship, throughout these 46 years, has always maintained its heartfelt connection, and now that we find ourselves swept into the winter of our lives, how sweet it is to know that over these past fifty plus years our undivided devotion to each other’s well being, having never experienced so much as one icy chill, offers our forever friendship summer’s warmth stoked with maturity’s knowledge, mutually acquired, flowing so freely, back and forth, that our inseparable relationship continues to thrive as does the crimson glory of the tree of life caught by your camera during the winter of our lives, inspiring my need I say ..

I❤️U though every word exchanged, every day, ever since my unexpected diagnosis frightened us both half to death, tells the true story of a lasting friendship that continues to feel deeply valued with consistency, barring complacency, by both recipients of each other’s devotion 

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Gosh darned if that tree—which, seeming to have a mind of its own, refused to appear above—has chosen to bless us with its classic crimson beauty, right here!  And that’s the thing about my attitude, grounded in NGU—though I may not know when positivity, patience and plentiful smiles will pay off, positive results are highly likely to shape up, over time (and I just love when that happens!)🙋🏻‍♀️🥰