All Seasons Poem by Richard Jarboe

All seasons for you and I,
Come and go as years pass by,
Fixed upon nature's plan for time,
That ever embracing pantomime.

As we part and find our way,
From the winter of yesterday,
Spring holds our hand to lead us on,
To new horizons safe and warm.

We should celebrate our fruits and grain,
Lovely gifts from the summer rain,
Tears of delight fall like leaves,
As we inhale the autumn breeze.

Time has no totality.
It's the ghost of glamor that can't last,
Subject to timeless frailty,
The future-present, the future-past.