The Story Of My Life Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

Spring

I can't take my eyes off of you
As you carry your beauty about
Much in the way
A spring sky carries the color blue

I watch outside my window
White cotton clouds
Slowly fade
Into the color of rain
Crying all of your beauty
Into a muddy painting
That washes through the town

As I watch the rain
Pouring down
I can't help but think
How beautiful
Are the tears of a warm rain
That dances upon my window
In spring

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Summer

On hot summer days
When the ceiling fan
Slowly beats
Through the warm muggy air
She would sit
Outside the open window
Watching clouds
Roll quietly across the sky

Dreams of grown children
Would dance
In gardens long gone
And old dry rivers
Would run freely
Through her memories
As she watched the years
Through tears
Of younger times

On hot summer days
When the ceiling fan
Slowly beats
Through the warm muggy air
She would silently dwell
On days when she could run
And her mother
Would sit
Outside an open window
Watching clouds
Roll quietly across the sky

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Autumn

When I was a child
The wind and I would play together
Tossing the autumn leaves on the ground
Dancing with the birds in the air
Making branches and flowers
Sway about like a ballerina
And whispering stories
That I shared
Only with my closest friend

When I was a boy
I no longer listened
To the words of the wind
Birds flew and colors changed
And the games we played
With all those we knew
Were more important than life itself
Because we were invincible

When I was a man
Autumns came and went
While I swept the autumn leaves
From the ground
Offering them up in a winters pyre
And met my then
One true love
Who I knew would never leave me
And might someday be my wife

Now that I'm old
The seasons fly quickly by
While winter lingers on
Tonight I shall dance
With the birds of the air
And I shall watch branches and flowers
Sway like a ballerina with untold stories
Stories I can tell my children
And them to my children children
So that they may know
Like them
I was once an autumns child

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Winter

I remember the sound
Of a cricket chirping
As I sat by my winter window
Trying to decide
If I should call you
Or wait for you to call me

I remember how sad
The trees appeared to be
Hanging their heads in the falling snow
And as the sun peeked out
From behind the cold dark clouds
The melting snow drizzled
Into tiny streams of tears
That sought out the rivers
That sought out the sea

I remember your voice
Once so soft and gentle
Becoming quiet and still
While I searched for the words
That would say
How much I had missed you

I remember the first time
You didn't come home
Wondering how it was
I didn't see us growing apart
As I listened to a chirping cricket
Watching the falling rain with me
From my winter window