Seasons Change
It seems like it was only yesterday
that scent of Jonquils filled our garden air,
and life was fresh, abound with spring’s display;
a time of hope in season that’s so fair.
And, oh, the joy we shared in summertime;
those carefree days we hoped would never end
while running through the sand in season’s prime,
and lying in the grass as stars ascend.
But now, from trees, the dead leaves cover ground,
and in late autumn air there is a chill;
the birds all heading south without a sound;
it seems like all of life has lost its will.
Our days of wine and roses now have past;
relentless time, the die of life has cast.
September 25, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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