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I came out with this poem last summer. |
A POEM OF THE SEASONS (C) Alison McKenzie Summer laughs its way out the door, greeting Fall as it goes, the latter is met by us with smiles and laughter, no tears or woes ever to be found on this dry abode full of people waiting to ease their load and be loved and abound in love. Winter will soon whisk away all color and leave tints as pale as the moon. Wildlife will be stilled, though just for a moment and some of the more strong-willed shall show their faces and as much as they love this place, they'll move on, singing and love in their own special way, leaving memories after they're gone. Then Spring will wrap its beautiful arms around winter's stout self and melt the ice and snow, and produce flowers ripe for the picking while we embrace a new year, sticking to memories and resolves for another stepping stone has been met. Not alone, we travel on our way, with new thoughts and choices each day. The Summer will laugh its merry, hot way back into the world and leave things dry and still. Life will move on, and no matter how many things we get wrong, there's always more to sing, always one more song. |