The 'Big Circle' - Seasons

An incomplete circle left so by the hand that drew with an end and a Beginning. The arrival and all the cacophony like birds that announce spring; First learning curve moving straight, but around. The summer days by the refining fire slowly taking shape, round, solidifying. The inevitable trap that lay waiting, unmoved. Until the sun had set and all eternity did fall From the dust did rise a warrior one who could bare the lone winter until the hand that drew stopped!