Journey On Seasons

I walked in the cold since the day the birds took their first flight to the northern lights ; With gladness I strode in snow and felt the magic in every flake that dropped one by one in my palm. The path was long and winding~ My feet were numbed; My hands were frozen~ It’s fine, it won’t be long. The coldest season thrilled me well~ No matter how long I've waited; Ah, to see squirrels jump again after hibernating in winter is truly a joy I treasure; For they unveil a secret joy long etched in the corner of my bosom; So indelible, so unforgettable like my grandma’s lullaby. Now as I watch each cherry bud waking up upon the kiss of dappled sunlight in early spring I vividly remember~ my winter reveries where nebulous nights were longer than my meandering memories; Like a long heat of summer forgiven as the first leaf of autumn turned to gold. Every season is a masterpiece~ Every moment an empty canvas; The ticking of clock is like a brush stroking a sketch of landscape for us to glaze and highlight the way we want it, And as my clock never ceases to tick I will be moving ahead Just like the hands of time I will paint my own masterpiece Every day, every night ~ Every season. 24 March 2022 'Form J - Just Write Me a New Poem' Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France Theme: #3 Journey 1st place A Brian Strand 1097 Poetry Contest