Monday, July 23, 2012


Seasons pass so quickly,
A leaf has fallen,
Then another,
And another.

The sun still shines,
No clouds yet,
Gilded fields,
Soft pastures.

Still time to sow,
Plan a harvest,
Reap and store,
Gather more.

Three decades pass,
Full of memory,
Creative words,
Some regrets.

While the days are long,
Grow while you can,
For future seasons,
Save some seed.

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