The Seasons of My Life

Through the seasons,

in my life, I have wandered,

with each new,

spring, summer,

autumn, and winter.

So many footsteps are left behind,

so many shining memories,

like souvenirs collected,

along with seashells -

upon the beach.

So many seasons,

traveled through,

each one of them,

a story to tell.

When I look back,

across the years,

I see the many bridges,

left behind.

I can treasure each of them,

individually from photos -

where we all have been frozen in time.

Looking through my albums,

I see the seasons reflected,

happy childhood springs,

running about,

in a meadow full of daisies -

building sand castles in the summer heat.

Autumn shows a young adult,

smiling back at me

and winter, well winter -

has come so very suddenly.

Silver threads now mingling with the gold,

but nothing has been taken,

from the very joy of life.

Through the seasons ,

I have walked and danced,

laughed and played

and I’m content,

as long as I can retrace,

my path through the seasons -

the seasons of my life.