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moods high or low

a garden grows

we plant

in spring

watch

for what the weather

brings

my memories

of autumn past

i wonder why these things

will never last

winter's snow

and full moon's glow

amazed 

by all the things we know

it takes a life to learn

and I know

I'm slow

marking time

on

sorrow's row

but by starlit shine

I'll drink of summer's wine

and

watch the weather

change

gentle time

a friend of mine

while all the seasons range

Author's Note

Hey guys, I know it's been a while. Will return with reviews one of these days!

Reviews

[Amy R]

What a lovely way to describe life within the concept of seasons.

Really enjoyed this write...
-Amy

[John Sullivan]

Thank you Ms. Amy! Our beloved Chris Shaw made a fine image of spring as a time of rebirth and renewal... In my part of the world is it indeed spring! Thanks for stopping by

[Amy R]

You're welcome.
Spring is definitely so.

[Chris Shaw]

The garden fares better in spring, the season of rebirth and flourishes in summer. Autumn brings decay and the winter death. We are like the seasons my friend. Our life in gardens. Pleased you posted. You are missed.

Chris

[John Sullivan]

Like the seasons indeed. Rebirth and re-flourishment have been much on the mind my friend. I'll return the review favor one of these days, I'm glad your still with us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my marriages were like gardens.
Too many winters and eventually, the flowers never came back...and I put sign up on the garden saying: Out of order.
This poem is a comfort.

[John Sullivan]

If a small comfort my words could be then I've accomplished something. There's always next spring, Jacob

[Ken Simm.]

A tale of seasons in a life. Wonderful.

[John Sullivan]

For everything turn, turn, turn... Thanks Ken