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The Seasons of My Life

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


Through the seasons,

in my life, I have wandered,

with each new,

spring, summer,

autumn and winter.

So many footsteps are left behind,

so many shining memories,

like souvenirs collected,

along with seashells -

upon the beach.

So many seasons,

traveled through,

each one of them,

a story to tell.

When I look back,

across the years,

I see the many bridges,

left behind.

I can treasure each of them,

individually from photos -

where we all have been frozen in time.

Looking through my albums,

I see the seasons reflected,

happy childhood springs,

running about,

in a meadow full of daisies -

building sand castles in the summer heat.

Autumn shows a young adult,

smiling back at me

and winter, well winter -

has come so very suddenly.

Silver threads now mingling with the gold,

but nothing has been taken,

from the very joy of life.

Through the seasons ,

I have walked and danced,

laughed and played

and I’m content,

as long as I can retrace,

my path through the seasons -

the seasons of my life.

© 2020 Gypsy Rose Lee


Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on February 27, 2020:

Oh, Gypsy, I think this poem is among your very best. I especially liked...

"winter -

has come so very suddenly.

Silver threads now mingling with the gold,

but nothing has been taken,

from the very joy of life."

Just beautiful.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on February 20, 2020:

Thank you, Brenda and I'm glad you enjoyed it,

Thank you, Eric.

Thank you. John.

Thank you, Lorna.

Thank you, Shauna.

Thank you, Bill and I hope the spring breezes come blowing in soon.

Thank you. Ruby.

Thank you, Pamela.

Thank you, Demas.

Thank you, Peggy and memories of special times are great to have

Thank you, Linda and looking back at the past can also bring some comfort

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on February 17, 2020:

"Many bridges left behind" is so true. Looking back at the past can be an interesting pursuit. I find some sadness there, but the past also contains beauty and joy.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on February 17, 2020:

Ah, yes, aren't memories glorious! As long as we do not lose our memories, such as people do that have Alzheimer's, we have much to look back on and celebrate.

Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on February 17, 2020:

Memories...some sad, some glorious, some still to be dealt with. That's life, isn't it? Well done, thought provoking as all poems should be.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on February 17, 2020:

i think this is a beautiful poem that I enjoyed reading. It is uplifting and I liked the focus also on the seasons. Thank you.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on February 17, 2020:

This is very beautiful Rasma. Looking back, the seasons passed so quickly, but the memories live on.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on February 17, 2020:

I'm enjoying my winter much more than I enjoyed my fall. A lovely piece of reflective poetry

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on February 17, 2020:

This is beautiful, Rasma. And such a positive outlook on life, past present and future.

Love this!

Lorna Lamon on February 17, 2020:

A beautiful. uplifting and reflective read. I love the comparison you make to the seasons and how you walk through them, creating memories. Just lovely.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on February 17, 2020:

What beautiful memories we have when we look back on the seasons of our life. Lovely.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on February 16, 2020:

Wonderful and it just had a real good feeling.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on February 16, 2020:

This is beautiful!

The season of my life...excellent.

Thanks for sharing.

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