Of seasons in Life
The seasons of my life
Knock against the windows of my soul.
Asking to be let in, with wizened years
Of movement and change.
The silence cannot drown out the sounds
Of a life – long lived
Singing and crying out about all that has transpired
And come to pass.
To let them in brings
Chaos and memories made to be real
But blurred with time and mixed emotions,
While also bringing lessons learned and
When the days are finished and all is done
My soul will be and want to look back
On a life lived.
Through the eyes of my soul
Each season holds a lesson
Each season holds a purpose filled with and
Directed by a river of love and truth.
It will all blend into an unrecognizable
Painting I never knew I helped create.
With the coming of spring, seasons are on my mind. I usually enjoy whatever season I am in, but this past year I have found myself impatiently waiting for spring and summer. I know each season has lessons to teach, but I’m well over winter and its lessons. This poem deals with the seasons of life, it was inspired by the changing of seasons in nature.
What do the seasons inspire in you?