Spring is young, crisp and free,
Spring is the hopeful child in thee.
Summer is bright, bold and steady,
Summer is adolescent, eager and ready.
Autumn is calm, fruitful and sure,
Autumn is adult, strong and mature.
Winter is wonderous, brisk and plenty,
Winter is a season denied to many.
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Author:
Poeticpayne (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There is an expectation that you will reach the winter of your life. Take enjoyment from all your 'seasonal gifts' with no guarantees.
- Category: Sad
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