I don’t recall if I’ve ever posted this on my blog before, but thought it’s a fitting time to share.

DANCE OF THE SEASONS

Seasons change, bringing anew
The turning tides ring of truth
Times come and they go
Return and leave like the life of a rose

In the beginning of a season
Living life without reason
We feel totally robust
Then fall down and bust

Life, full of too much excitement,
Eventually brings tired days well spent
Whether it’s raking leaves
Or shoveling snow; hanging wreaths

Eventually the season ends
And before we know it, tends
To enter another season, yet again
A never-ending cycle upon which we depend

And as we dance in spring showers
And keep watch over growing flowers
The sun in the sky rises higher
As the days grow longer and lighter

The outdoors begs us, come
Time to begin outdoor fun
And next thing we know
Tulips smell fine and gone is the snow

As the roses rise high
Toward the big blue sky
Turning their faces aloft
We look ahead to summers so soft

Full of hot days and warm nights
We’ll lie on our backs; watch the skies for lights
Barbecues will be lit
With charcoal in their pits

And in the last days of summer
We’ll stand outside and act all the dumber
While pretending not to know
That soon enough, there’ll be snow

We’ll toast the long days
As we nod to changing ways
As fall chases summer away
And lessens our time of play

Ushering in things anew
Yet that seem old too
And soon the raking of leaves
Give way to the hanging of wreathes

Again we’ll sit ‘round hearth fires
Discussing days gone by with desire
And we sit with our cookies and coffees
Dreaming of summer and big Slurpees

It’s the dance of the seasons
It happens without reason
Round and round it goes
And where it’ll stop, everyone knows.

Copyright 2014 Wanda S. Paryla