Autumn leaves fluttered and fell like colorful snowflakes outside.
“Where had the summer gone,” I wondered and nearly cried.
Now that the leaves were gently littering the ground
I sighed knowing full well that winter must soon come.
I sat down to quietly think and reflectively contemplate
About time continuing on and how seasons of change do not hesitate.
Oh how I remember when I was so young
And winter then was so blissful and fun
The first snow would fall and I’d wake on Christmas morn
To discover gifts of love beneath the tree wrapped in lights and garland
Such memories flood of past holidays and quiet moments with family
When we all celebrated Jesus’ birth on Christmas Eve.
Then the long, colorless winters dragged ever so relentlessly on
Each day more frigid than the last, “Oh, winter, please hurry and be done.”
Fields and forests of falling and mounting snow
Accompanied by the howling wind; biting and bitterly cold
I must admit that a meadow of pristine, drifted snow untouched by man
Is a spectacular sight of frozen waves sculpted by God’s unseen hand
Wondrous too is the scene of glistening snow covering leafless trees
When barely touched by sunlight’s stretching gleam.
Sledding and building snow forts were the rage
For all of us who were still young at age
Finally, relief and hope would appear upon the horizon
As temps would climb and patches of snow began receding
Soon spring would appear, never fear, never fear
The first robin sings perhaps enchanting a family of resting deer
Warm rain showers the land clothing it in vivid lush green and
Sprinkling it with violets and daisies, while dandelions quietly creep in
Spring ushers in the steady warmth of a sultry, hazy summer
Humid days often a prelude to flashes of lightning and resounding thunder
Wide awake I’d lay in bed listening to the raging, drenching storms
Often anxious for my working dad who was yet not safely home.
The cooler summer days were a joy and a heavenly treat
The days were slower allowing for walks and restful peace
Then autumn swings its way into this gentle, settled life
Causing an unwelcomed stir with a wind of urgency and strife
No more warm evenings or long, quiet strolls along the road
Must now prepare for the bitter cold and the heaping snow.
But lo! Before chilling winter unceremoniously bursts through
I will first gladly enjoy autumn’s sweet fragrance and gently fading hues.
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Enjoy and season!
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This is a poem I wrote along the same lines.
Christmas Past, Present & Yet to Be
Christmas past and Christmas present, I can’t help but think of those who came and left before me,
Grandpa, Dad and Mom, all those I love that went to Heaven, the list is much too long,
That is what makes all that I carry in heart – all the memories – just a tiny bit bittersweet you see,
They come flooding back to my mind much like a cherished melody of youth’s sweet song.
But, as I begin my 50th decade, God and life has brought bit more wisdom to me,
I should not dwell too much on their absence, for I won’t notice the blessings yet to be,
I sometimes long for years gone by, the day in the little church where I became we,
The sweet joy I felt in my heart with my little one in my arms, young and carefree.
However, I too enjoy the present, it brings its own precious gifts of memories yet to be.
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