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
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