Seasons Change

I think of the Spring and beauty
A time when things come alive
All the sounds of new beginnings
When new life and love can thrive.

I think of the fall and it’s colors
True it’s a time of times ending
But the beauty of fading leaves
Signal things are changing.

My favorite season is summer
Longer days and warm sun
Activities outside and a bbq
better shared with someone.

I know the winter must come
But I can weather the cold
Hibernate and just think
Dream of someone to hold.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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