ALL FOUR SEASONS
I met you in the autumn years of our lives.
We walked together in sunshine, wind, and rain.
We embraced the autumn colors, felt the crisp air, heard the music in the leaves.
A canvas to be completed sooner rather than later, a life to cycle through all four seasons.
You entered the winter years, though I not yet ready.
I with another stroll along a golden yellow, pumpkin orange, and burnt red lane.
You with another to touch snowflakes, lick icicles before the quiet hush of snowfall.
A blanket gray sky with woody cedars and small stone silhouettes.
In a slow-motion moment I witnessed your spring and summer years.
A beautiful blossom, the home nest welcomes sweet springtime.
Summertime love brought forth fruit twice, then eight times.
Your early autumn years, leaves on a tree trunk, your graduation cap atop long thick hair.
New roads on the horizon, friendships and love many a time, then sickness.
A life to cycle through all four seasons too quickly.
But now you are at peace and free to live forever.
Anna Marie Gall
in memory of Donald E Flood
Snippets From My Garden
- May 2013 (7)
- April 2013 (10)
- March 2013 (11)
- February 2013 (10)
- January 2013 (7)
- December 2012 (7)
- November 2012 (5)
- October 2012 (8)
- September 2012 (6)
- August 2012 (10)
- July 2012 (5)
- June 2012 (6)
- May 2012 (7)
- April 2012 (6)
- March 2012 (8)
- February 2012 (5)
- January 2012 (4)
- December 2011 (9)
- November 2011 (4)
My Perennial Words
The Key To My Garden Gate