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Seasons

Faster than a bullet leaves
The barrel of a gun -
Summer leaves are coloring
Beneath a shortened sun. 

Seasons ever shorter now
Than any year before;
Perspectives change accordingly,
The memories we store.

The endless summer sun of youth
Is lost to those of age,
Seasons pass as chapters now
Instead of page by page.

Spring to summer falls away
And winters turn to snow;
A metaphor for all we are,
Our lives like seasons go.
Published inPoetry

One Comment

  1. Jessica Jessica

    Lovely…

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