A Life In The Day Of Seasons

An old poem I hunted out for a contest on writers cafe

In the beginning we wake with the light
To innocence born in the new dawn of life
In our spring we first crawl and begin then to walk
Soon standing tall as we learn how to talk
Once we can stand and hear our own voice
We sing and rejoice in the rapture of choice
As around us new living springs eternally
The enchantment of this brings us yearningly
To discover the things that we most need to know
To help us stay strong, so stronger we'll grow
Throughout summer months of danger and daring
Growing unhindered in the high noon's glaring
To excitement, adventure then to journeys of thought
That intrinsically link all we've seen and been taught
All that we reap we all now shall sow
With the vitality of our fertile life flow
And so it goes... until summertime’s waning
When an autumn wind blows upon daytime's fading
And we find ourselves settled to a more rhythmic beat
More reserved to conserve our life's precious heat
Somewhat learned and in other ways scarred
Slowing down now that we've travelled this far
Our colours will change- cracks of aging now show
On maturing bodies and minds, hearts and souls
The stories of youth now inked on the pages
Those old drying leaves- our tales from the ages
We’re aware that somewhere lifes ending draws near
But life knows no limits and will not live in fear
So when time arrives to the first winter chill
And our old bones and limbs force us to be still
And our old battle scars of our haste wasted youth
Remind us abruptly of cold and harsh truths
We still ponder life with a slow, waxing smile
Our loves and our losses- our trials throughout time
Then as ice consumes all, but the last evergreen
(The remains on the plains of all we have been)
We will drift into sleep and drift out of pain
Life’s embers will pale…
… until life starts again.

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

I like the way you have compared human life to the seasons of nature, the unending cycle of birth and death. Your rhymes have a nice flow and I enjoyed reading your poem, and thinking about life and how we are a part of nature's seasons. Thank you for sharing.

[JENY]

It tastes like old wine in new bottle….
Superb….

[Samuel Dickens]

You've employed excellent meter and ryhme throughout, from beggining to end. I'm glad you brought it out of retirement.