The Eyes of Winter

How I loved to look at Fall,

through spring’s eyes.

The slant of golden light,

hinting at fading life;

a novelty,

to one as young as I.


Now in the fall of life,

Fall’s rich melancholies,

muted and ephemeral;

beauty nearly too much to bear,

for one as I,

passing through his middle years.


While in the flush of Summer,

all life abounding;

affords one little time for,

life’s reflecting.

And winter’s chill still so far off,

hardly feels impending.


So when the Winter sneaks upon us,

bringing its wintry pallor;

After Spring, Fall and Summer’s joys,

With winter’s eyes we follow,

the tracks of those who’ve gone before us,

into the vast and bright tomorrow.



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