Season's Turn- a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Crisp the sound of crunching leaves,
beneath my feet, in autumn sweet,
a golden carpet, the claw like trees,
approaching winter with icy breeze.
I fill my lungs with air still warm,
residual from the summer storms,
and dream of cosy fire lights,
amid the chill of winter nights.
And then when life renews in spring,
and I of heart enliven, bring,
the growth of rested and sleeping souls,
to life in horizons new and whole.
When summer dawns and chills forlorn,
the sun on high and life reborn,
revel in the warmth are drawn,
to the vitality of longer days.
As seasons turn and time relents,
and I the witness of nature's vent,
with all its harsh and kind laments,
this endless parade reviews, invents.
The turning of pages, throughout the ages,
the cycles of lives in all their stages,
in beauty of kind from gentle sages,
who foresee the paths of natures whim.
And now as life imparts its cause,
as age dictates and at wisdom's pause,
reflection now illuminates,
a mind at rest to meditate.
And remember all the magic given,
the seasons passed and pleasured living,
that life does bless in kind reward,
seasons beauty, and change accord.
What beauty there is in life, the changing seasons, each individual, transforming our world and teaching us the cycles of life and the majesty of creation.