In Retrospect

In Retrospect

In the spring there is something anew,
life is born again with an innocent view.

Then long days of summer are beckoning,
we make hay for a time of final reckoning.

We gather the fruits of what we sow in the fall,
and cherish this season of harvest most of all.

Now we'll shudder in its presence as it arrives,
gazing in retrospect from the winter of our lives.