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Seasons of Our Lives

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


As seasons come and go,

they reflect the moments of our lives.

As another summer draws to an end,

I’m reminded of the northern winds -

that will blow,

Soon the rainy days of autumn,

will be upon us

but I know -

that it will be another colorful autumn.

I can’t help to think,

that when we’re born,

it’s like a new spring,

as we bloom and we grow.

Our youth is like eternal summer

and we think it will go on forever.

Come the autumn years

and our children have grown.

With a sad but sweet memory,

we watch them spread their wings and fly.

By the time winter comes round,

we can delight in grandchildren

and know that we can still love.

Now that we are two again,

our love can blossom anew.

It isn’t with sadness,

that we must look upon the seasons -

but with gladness.

For the wonderful memories, they bring,

so as we say goodbye to another season,

let’s make it another reason,

to share the love inside our hearts.

We have so much to look forward to

and though there are gray strands,

among the gold,

come, my friend,

and let’s dance in a new autumn,

knowing that hand in hand,

we still have many different reasons,

to share our love.

For a true love remains ever burning,

kisses still full of passion,

nights of wine and candlelight –

as the seasons go drifting by.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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