Seasons Poem by Jim Milks

It is spring again and the warming sun
slowly releases me from winter’s icy bondage.
The growing flowers and budding trees
returns me once again to my nonage.

As I lie in bed
listening to the springtime rain pitter-patter
above my weary head.

Without a any dread
I know that gentle spring shall soon disappear
and give way to the summer sere

“Summer is finally here”
all the children cheer.
Time for games, toys, and
fanciful ideas to appear

In a blur
warm summer days
give way to cool fall days
or to autumn if you prefer

The cool crisp air brings memories
of apple cider and family gatherings
of cool sunshine filled days and a quieting earth
and of crackling fire filled nights and rioting mirth

The days and nights grow colder,
and I find myself growing older
old man winter is extending his icy dungeon
bringing about the end of my jejune days

The cold invades my bones
I sit here tired and forlorn
And wait for spring to return
So I may be reborn