What Vivaldi so
beautifully expressed musically in “The Seasons” we shall try to present in
prose.
I, for one, shall
try to set the scene via colors and emotions.
SPRING is green.
New leaves on trees, tender stems emerging from the earth with the promise of
beautiful plants. New growth filling in the farmers’ fields. And new hope
filling our souls and re-awaking our creativity.
SUMMER is gold.
Sunshine spreads warmth and encourages the growth of golden grains. Fair skin
turns tan. Flowers bloom. We bask in the warmth of others’ affection and in
turn we reflect love and affection toward others.
FALL is orange.
Again the trees lead, letting loose the now multi-colored leaves. We see
blankets of red and orange piled around their roots. And it is time to reap the
now ripe grains from the fields and fruit from the trees. And for ourselves it
is a time to gather our thoughts and try to make sense of it all.
WINTER is blue.
The color fingers and toes turn if left unprotected in the frigid breezes.
Masses of ice reveal a deep blue hue within their structure. Ponds and puddles,
once frozen, reflect the color of the sky, gray or blue. And we, huddled by our
fireplaces, turn philosophic and review the events of the past year. Hopefully,
they will not leave us blue.
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