Wheel by KimB

Wheel

Seasons cycle one another,
Love revolves two together.
Three's the first to build the wheel.
Time as long as Love resides.

Then there's Four, the cycle's spinning,
For each a spoke, the pattern building,
Strengthens that which came before.
Love as long as Life endures.

Five and Six then Seven soon follows,
Eight and Nine, the pattern's laid.
Until the Tenth, the cycle's ending.
Life as long as Time prevails.

KimB 5/2000


note:
This poem was written in honor of my
Grandmother and Grandfather Abbott,
my Mother and all my Aunts and Uncles.