it aint our summer no more
but still the sun shines
for you and me it's autumn
golden days are shorter now
but fielding colours all the richer
they say its the most beautiful of seasons
and now i know why
the rush of spring growth was exciting
then blazing summer burned away
our energy sapped before we knew it
but here we are, quietly alive,
enriched by those yesterdays
learning the true value of our lives together
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something from 2018... reminds me of someone we might all know
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Super words d a, we all know a person like that.
Andy
LOL not least you yourself, lucky old codger.
Cricket! Springs only justed started and although I love this poem spring is my favourite season
It's more about the seasons of one's life and how loving changes with advancing years... not that i'd know anything about that sort of thing of course - just guesswork. Thank you Saxon.
Like the months of calendar
Like the seasons of year
Like the time of watch
Yonder grows life
Some stuck in spring
Some waning in winters
But sage are those that are capable of evolving
You my dear friend, truly humble and gentle
Witty and so full of knowledge
Thanks for this deep insight
Relished your poetry
Thanks for such fine words
I did meet friends like you herein at MPS
Hang on there with those compliments spiller, they'll go to my head. I think it's easy to make pals on mps when we open up ourselves with these pieces we post.
If it’s easy to make friends
It’s the warmth this platform that provides
A bunch of kind people in a community called mps
I suppose the seasons dictate our lives. I'm a summer season, and all good things happen in summer.
This is more about the seasons of our lives as we get older into autumn and just like the golden leafs on trees we enter a quieter golden age. Loving maturing... all purely guesswork on my part of course. Thank you Paul.
Dusky a wonderful write. All seasons have their strengths and as we pass through all of our seasons we need to appreciate each as it comes.
Thank you sorenbarrett, yes I agree and I think those autumn years see us mellowing and relaxing.
Dear Dusk,
What a deep and powerful message you have penned. The ups and downs of the seasons of our life…
‘but here we are, quietly alive,
enriched by those yesterdays
learning the true value of our lives’
You’re so spot on with this beautiful poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura 🌻
Thank you Laura🌻 I wrote it a while back and on re-reading it i like it's comfortable feel.
I adore your tone, in painting melancholy
as a gift of reverie, recalling those
bright mementos
we accumulated throughout
our lives
so now, in our Autumn of life
we can look - on
and find the joy, in watching a new
generation
sculpt their own, shards of life's
happiness..
(such a beautiful worded, read
exemplifying the freeing, power
in accepting ourselves
at every point of our lives
just, as we are
no facelifts or makeup, needed
theirs supreme, grace
in such a simple realisation)
thank you! dear Poet
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