Seasons
by Ian Curtress
Winner of Age UK Poetry
Competition 2022
Slowly as first
shoots of SPRING the years pass one by
one
Filled with dreams and hopes and thoughts
of many years to come
Exciting possibilities, serendipity, yes
some strife
But mostly the joy of living
The Gift. The joy of Life
In SUMMER, fulfilment, few
disappointments stain the page
You feel invincible. That comes with
tender age
So much to see so, much to try. Days seem
all to few
Immersed in happiness. Always things to
do
But summers must run their course and
gently fade and die
To be replaced by AUTUMN, but there is no
cause to sigh
A time for reflection. The mind to bathe
in thought
Perhaps recall the happiness to others
you have brought
Achievements and values adjusted and
refined
Learned to listen and to keep an open
mind
As AUTUMN draws to its close, leaves fall
like broken dreams
Acceptance of the vagaries of life.
Lesson learned it seems
Now replaced by WINTER with all it’s
chill and storm
Your thoughts go back to Spring again
They help to keep you warm
The SEASONS so essential, you notice as
they pass
That only by their passing, can you
appreciate the last
And so the cycle is complete as it is
with life
Your WINTER draws to a close. Gently,
without strife
Looking back with kindness. Thoughts warm
your soul
Happiness replacing sadness. Memories
unroll
Any doubts you had are fading. Your heart
can quietly sing
Your life has given others. The chance to
have Their Spring |
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