SEASONS… a poem

green grass field near body of water

They gather in the rushes

Bent low in the howling wind

A storm brewing on the horizon

As seasons change again

We only have each other

In this there is no wrong

Stick close and stay together

For life is not so long

Love and show great kindness

When strangers cross your path

Another unknown story

Bared in the aftermath

With eyes turned towards the heavens

Caressing raindrops stoke your face

Give thanks to God above you

For a life so filled with grace

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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