Seasons Past

Gone are thoughts of autumn In December, cold and gray; For this arctic air was not foretold When that quiet fall was here; Still I lay on a bed, cracked and stained Staring out at an evening star And waiting for winter’s passage Derelict remains the mysterious light While stars still flicker so, And moonbeams shine to divide the night From the early signs of dawn, Feel the warmth in a grain of sand That lay with winter snow Under the coming rains of spring Slowly grows the trees new branch Around the sap beneath the bow, To embrace its mystic symmetry As the willows age; Mankind is true for the sake of itself Waiting the return of god As summer slips away Silent bore the fallen leaves In a brilliant color gold, And the sky did lose its mystery As the seasons ever change; For what we hold of our life’s design Did part and now is gone From the autumn of our lives