A Year
Spring is here
and I lay beneath the willows
remembering our times
Winter has spent itself
surrounding me with its chill
leaving me with memories of crystalline white
Autumn came and held my eye for a time
captivating with wondrous colors
rivaling even Gods own promise, the rainbow
Summer as always, reminded me of my youth
and in so doing
granted smiles to my weathered face
© 1998 C.E. Skilling
