Seasons
When I see the splendor of snow covered mountains
Or I hear the crashing melody of a swollen river
When I feel the warm glow of a setting summer sun
Or I smell the gentle embrace of a soft autumn breeze
I understand the passing of time
Is simply the seasons filling the senses
Copyright © Kristie Raburn | Year Posted 2016
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