Time’s Twirl

I used to see the flow of years
As blocks stretched in a line,
But now I view it spirally
As cyclic seasons wind –

Their way through each succeeding year –
Spring’s blossoms first appear,
Then summer’s fruit, and harvest crisp
And winter’s skies so clear.

So, to the future I now look,
To shape the time I've got;
Thus maximize the efficiency,
Effective time to block.

Like ‘Slinky-toy’ from childhood times
Stretched curly-cue-ish way,
I see past years with sixty loops,
Four seasons curled in play.

Then as the years ahead I viewed
I saw four seasons cramped,
But then with Slinky model laughed
And ways of thought revamped –

For certain tasks are best fulfilled
In seasons which they match;
And now I see each season curl –
Hey look! It's coming back!

So six years hence can now be viewed
Six winters, summers, falls,
And springtime's filled with tasks that match
Each season’s blending walls.

Distinct our seasons, each with power
To help us on our way;
That seen, I now can match each task
And harness power’s sway.

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