All the Seasons of the Heart
All the seasons of the heart linger in my soul
But none so broad or so deep
As the season of yesteryears
When life’s offerings
Knew no bounds
And children could catch
A smooth ride on the enchanted wings
Of time, and lose themselves in timeless play;
For we knew then, as days blended
Into weeks and months,
Of whimsical treasures
And simple pleasures
But we now live
In measured
Tones
Bound
By invisible
Fences, carefully timing
Our shrinking lives, too often
Oblivious of the freeing power of play.
Copyright © Anne-Marie Coreggia | Year Posted 2017
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