The Seasons of Life
Life is too short
and passes
with a blink
of the eyes.
Once, we were
in the spring
of our lives
and looking ahead.
Then came summer
where we lived
and experienced
new things.
Before we knew it
a time for reflection
when autumn arrived
and days were shorter.
And then the
cold days of winter
a life well lived
our final season.
What once seemed
like a marathon
became a sprint
and the fininsh line
in sight.
The trees blossom
become green and
have beautiful colors
before the leaves
float away.
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This is a beautiful poem and reflects the passing of time wonderfully.
Thank you, Jazmine. I wrote this poem in the spirit of Jesse Stuart, who as you know, was one of America’s great writers. I love how he used the four natural seasons as stages of one’s life in his works.