A Poem of the Seasons

Summer laughs its way
out the door, greeting
Fall as it goes, the latter
is met by us with smiles
and laughter, friends, no foes
ever to be found
on this dry abode full
of people waiting to
ease their load
and be loved and abound
in love. Winter will soon
whisk away all color and
leave tints as pale as the moon.
Wildlife will be stilled,
though just for a moment,
and some of the more strong-willed
shall show their faces,
and as much as they love these places,
they'll move on,
singing and loving in their own
special way,
leaving memories after they're gone.
Then spring will wrap
its beautiful arms around winter's
cold self and melt the ice
and snow, and produce flowers ready
for the picking,
while we embrace a new year, sticking
to memories and resolves;
for another stepping stone
has been met.
Not alone, with Him we travel on our way,
with new thoughts andchoices every day.
Then Summer will
laugh its merry, hot way
back around the world and
leave things dry and still.
And life will go on,
though we do wrong or are wronged,
forgive and forget.
There's always more to sing,
Always another song.