Portrait's Gift Of Years Divined Poem by James B. Earley

Life's...but...an artist's...easel
....Where imagery's knack defines
Spring summer autumn hues
...Turning once to wintertime

Having tasted...bits of each...
Feasted mightily on them all
Spring summer autumn hues
...Fondly winter...now recalls

Life and living...nature's giving....
Portraits painted seemed by chance
Might spring summer autumn hues
...Thus winter too be happenstance

Turning curiosity's...page of wonder
...Knowing answers...matters not
Spring summer autumn hues...
And wintertime indeed I've got

...As my life...my artist's easel....
Imagery's gift of years divined
....Spring summer autumn hues....
That have now turned to wintertime