Seasons Of Life

[Joseph Anderson]

How like the seasons is our life,
we face the sunshine, storms and strife.
As seasons come, so they must go,
we are enjoined within that flow.

In spring we start our journey, new,
when flowers bloom and skies are blue;
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
with youth in bloom it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon, we are mature
face love and kids, home and career.
It's harvest time, success we seek,
the sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,
the foliage falls, the hair turns gray;
A chill descends and soon the frost
we think, perhaps on things now lost.

Old winter grips with snow and cold,
we watch our destined fate unfold
as now we near our time to go
and seek life's final afterglow.

Thoughts on our mortality are ever present.

[Karin Anderson]

This is a masterpiece for sure as it is wonderfully crafted with tetrameter and rhyming couplets in five stanzas. Also one by one we become the seasons, so it is absolutely delightful to read and read again. A great title from a very great poet we are so lucky to have on this site Joseph!

[Sandra Martyres]

Excellent poetry Joseph... Perfectly rhymed.

[Stella]

Beautifully presented Joseph, and a joy to read.

We certainly do follow the seasons in living out our lives, and at the end of the cycle new life begins again...so we never really die,
our seed is carried on for re-birth and it all starts again, just as nature intended.

[Tom Balch]

A very well written piece on the seasons of our lives, Joseph.

[Cindy]

I agree with Karin. Truely a masterpiece. I loved every word. Beautiful. Perfect.

[Nishu]

Beautiful as always Joseph. Thoughts we all have, yet expressed in rhythm and loveliness by you. Mesmerizing poetry.

[Nightmute]

Great flow to this wonderful write, Joseph. We truly experience the seasons as we progress through life, indeed.

[Seema Chowdhury]

Thanks for explaining it so beautifully.

[apoetwholovestosing]

A lovely poetic truth, wonderfully penned...Time is fleeting!
Dorothy
Singing Still!

[ken.brandli]

Beautifully, structured, crafted and expressed. The idea of matching seasons to phases of life may not be new but this poem does what many have been unable to do; beautifully match the seasons of life with nature and with flawless poetic delivery in every way. An enjoyable and memorable read.