seasons. a poem.

the weathered monument to youth
crouched motionless in the untrodden, heat-scorched grass
still, i was reluctant to part with the lumbering giant
it’s not that days past are worthy of more celebration than the present
no, i weep often as i embrace the young men clutching book bags and electronics and peanut butter sandwiches they ask me to make
even this morning
it’s just that seasons press down on a mamas heart
autumn is not so much a leaf dancing along the fence rows
but a hunkering down
a waiting
for the bent tree who knows she must release
her leaves
to the wind






“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens…”
~Ecclesiastes 3:1


dedicated to my adorable nephews, my brother, and my sister-in-law … my cup overflows knowing the memories you’ll make!

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