The Seasons Change Poem by Paul Reed

The seasons change

And, as if commanded,

My thoughts rearrange

With yesterday's stranded;


The urge to live is strong

When Winter, dethroned,

Departs and 'ere long

Spring is once more loan'd;


Daylight stretches out it's arms

To the nesting thrush

Over hilly farms,

In prickly bush;


Cooled, the dewy green

Under morning's misty sigh

But, rushing past, unseen,

Another season has gone by;


Summer swelters and sweats

Raising it's stakes

'Till Autumn settles it's bets

Shading hillsides, shadowing lakes;


Before Winter returns

Our dark and lonely friend

The door shuts, the fire burns

Another year to end.