Poetry Sunday: Seasons of Life by Joseph Anderson

We are in mid-summer now but we know autumn and winter are coming...

Seasons of Life 

by Joseph Anderson

How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.

In spring we start our journey new,
When flowers bloom and skies are blue;
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
With youth in bloom, it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon, we are mature,
Face love and kids, home and career;
It's harvest time, success we seek,
These sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,
The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;
The chill descends and soon the frost,
We think, perhaps on things we lost.

Old winter grips with snow and cold,
We watch our destined fate unfold;
As now we near our time to go
And seek life's final afterglow.

Comments

  1. David M. Gascoigne,August 18, 2024 at 5:26 AM

    We are part of nature too and our seasons ebb and flow.

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  2. Lark August 18, 2024 at 9:25 AM

    I think I'd like to go back to late spring, early summer in my life. Not looking forward to late fall and winter. But it's a great poem.

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 18, 2024 at 10:11 AM

      Having now reached autumn, I can say there have been both pleasures and pain in every season. On the whole, I like where I am and wouldn't choose to go back.

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  3. AlanaAugust 18, 2024 at 1:40 PM

    I, too, am in autumn. As much as I might like a summer body again, I don’t want to give up my hard earned wisdom and perspective. Aging is the path Nature gives us, for good or not so good.

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 22, 2024 at 11:30 AM

      I am reminded of the old Frank Sinatra song, "It was a very good year." They are all good years, even when they are bad.

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  4. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzAugust 22, 2024 at 8:08 AM

    I'm in the beginnings of winter, and loss of others is a new part of my everyday life. Still, I like this time. I'm better able to focus on important things.

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 22, 2024 at 11:32 AM

      Each season brings us gifts. Those who are wise accept those gifts without obsessing over what has been lost.

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