Seasons And Memories Poem by Phil Soar

Seasons And Memories



The storm came through overnight
I slept

The evidence of its path left behind
While I slept

Seeking not to judge it
I woke

All that I had laboured for in my garden
Fallen or destroyed

And yet, a calm serenity existed
And the clean up began

There will be others
And still I will sleep

Seasons are the essence of life
Leaving behind memories

Thursday, September 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,seasons
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