The Seasons Change
The seasons have changed
But that does not mean you
I remember the days before the clouds turned gray
When spring and summer held hands
It was never so complicated
We could laugh and smile
And you’d always stay for awhile
The seasons have changed
Where did you go?
Did the fall’s winds blow you away
Take hold of your feet and run away
I can not wait until April to see you again
Will you come back after the seasons have changed?
Or will you simply just have gone away?
The seasons have changed
Do you see it too?
I look out my window and see no leaves on the trees
Nor flowers or bees
Out your window is a far contrast
Your weather seems to be a summer mast
The sails are free and blowing fast
And for me I seem to be the season of the past
(I hope this makes sense. It does to me)
on December 9th, 2007 at 7:58 pm
that’s why I hate it too, because I can’t count.
on December 10th, 2007 at 12:43 pm
It makes sense to me (though Tom’s comment doesn’t… is he referring to something else?) This is a lovely poem.
on December 10th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
You know, all the time when I want to comment someone on a particular post, I know what I’m going to say until I read other comments on that post. Then suddenly either I can’t remember what I was going to say or another comment that I read makes what I was going to say seem pathetic.
So I’m just going to say “I agree with Mrs. M.”