Seasons Past Poem by Richard Theze

Seasons Past



Autumn leaves,
Heralding the winter
Of our discontent,
Cold, bleak,
Memories of summer,
Of brighter days,
No more than that,
Distant,
No warmth remaining,
And spring,
So full of the promise
Of those first
Rays of golden sunlight,
As if it never was.

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Richard Theze

Richard Theze

Bicester, Oxfordshire
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