Our Memories, as the Seasons, in our Minds

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Memories hold a key to the lock box of our minds,

The fond, the unhappy, or times of glee,

The seasons may come, and then each to go on,

as the years of our lives, are so meant to be.


Every pure soul, in youth or as old, in this feat,

and with all, in its uncertainty, their role, as sweet,

At birth we all begin, in our journeys, each so attends,

to weather life's storms, and then, later, make amends.


The Spring of our life's time, may start this fine rhyme,

in its cadence and rhythm, with all to flow,

The flowering blooms, as brides with their grooms,

join wild bird's songs and in each, their's so glow,


The brightness and joy, all serves and does employ,

the pleasures in our senses of the sublime,

In a shallow April's rains, there, small puddles we retain,

in storing the light thoughts and of our time.


Summer showers do pour down, amid a blustering sound,

in lightning's flash and of the thunder's refrain,

A deepening of the pond and some memories, not as fond,

a mix of our mirth and some to feel, of such pain.


The Summers of our lives, as each so survives,

when our minds to marvel, in the warming of days,

A time so perplexing, and of the trials, all so vexing,

tribulations faced by each one then, in many ways.



The Autumn of our minds, is a time, when all refines,

every memory, in images, fine, and with no regrets,

The maturing moments of life, that each may live,

A sparkling stream, colors to give, and the rush, it lets.


As bright foliage, the leaves to fall, as do the barriers, all,

the bridges and scenes, in minds we then may retain.

The wild, and in each's call, a freedom, of the big and small,

have choices, in the decisions, and not having to explain.


The coming Winter winds to howl and in white snows, so foul,

do permeate the vastness in thoughts, to be conceived.

The frozen lakes, and icy air, though masked in our despair,

the fondest of memories, can still be retrieved.


The Seasons within our mind, in the thoughts of every kind,

reflect the times and our relation to it all,

Every kind deed that we have done, and in the nature of each one,

a special meaning, not to matter, in just how small.




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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks MKlow4. hen I get a positive response to my work, it all seems to be so very much worthwhile.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

I never thought of them like that. But I see you wonderfully expressed points. Thank you.


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midget38 4 years ago from Singapore

Whonunuwho, I don't know why you didn't get more comments on this one, because this beautiful poem certainly deserves them. Memories certainly come and go like the seasons.....unlocked, they change, and the older ones get pushed away too. BEAUTIFUL. I"m sharing this.


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teaches12345 4 years ago

Again, a lovely post filled with beautufil artwork. I love your thoughts on Autumn, it is the time when I reflect and unwind. Nature seems to invite that with its cooler temperatures and scenery. Voted up.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Mhatter99, Midget,teaches, MKlow4, thank you so very much in your comments and responses. I always appreciate the fond praise I get from you all and will try to write more.


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craiglyn 4 years ago from Ontario, Canada

So much of this spoke to me, but especially this:

At birth we all begin, in our journeys, each so attends,

to weather life's storms, and then, later, make amends.

I related this part of my story about my mother and the lessons we learn in life. I guess each one of us will take something out of anything that resonates at that moment. Thanks for this. I have voted up.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks craiglyn, I am so glad this work resonated and you could appreciate my sharing in it. Your comments are always greatly appreciated and welcomed. Thank you very much for reading.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Can our memories be influenced by the seasons, and the wonderful and special qualities of each?


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kingbyname 4 years ago from south devon, uk

The seasons in nature are wonderful to behold. And memories (some fleeting, others developing or looping over time) are just as precious. You have managed to do both justice in words and pictures.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks kingbyname, My inspiration comes from the out doors and the beauty there that I have found to be a vital part of every creature on God's green earth.

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