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.
~FS
Prayerful Life 