All Seasons Poem by Richard Jarboe

All seasons for you and I,
Come and go as years pass by,
Fixed upon nature's plan for time,
The embracing pantomime.

As we part and find our way,
From the winter of yesterday,
Spring holds our hand to lead us on,
To new horizons safe and warm.

We celebrate our fruits and grain,
Lovely gifts from the summer rain,
Tears of delight fall like leaves,
As we inhale the autumn breeze.

Time is no totality.
It's a mix of glamor and ash,
Subject to all frailty,
The future-present, future-past.