"Often in pondering . . .
I've wondered why
the Spring and Fall
seem to linger more
in my memory
than the Summer
when life was full
and responsibilities
were many and sweet?
To seek back to
childhood adventures
and friends from
so long ago
wondering if they
ponder or wonder
of me as I do them
in the Springtime
when life was an adventure
in constant movement?
If the journey is forever
why do we seek
to separate one part
from another in time
for we are not held in
by dreams or knowledge
we are only held up
by our fears and self limits
if this journey is forever?
So we linger in the Spring
and we dally in the Fall
and reflect upon
the turning of leaves
and the shorter days
to extend the night
for the dreams
of what we might
have one day become . . ."

"In the Summertime . . .
the days never seem
to last for the work to do
as the farmers would
could look at the sky
in the morning and see stars
and then when finishing
another day, the stars
again are hanging there.
The women and men with
papers stuffed from work
and the little league playoffs
the soccer league organizing
and scouting and girl scouts
with popcorn and cookie sales
or softball leagues, fishing trips
and then of course the vacation
which seems so much fun
to plan and organize
but then the rain somehow
always seems to know of when.
Then we see the children
knowing only school is out,
now they get up early
to run and play the games
of youth and mystery
that only children can fathom
while then all to soon
its time for bath and bed.
Why is the Summer
so short this way,
letting us know
it is a time to play
but it never ever
is just long enough
for us to enjoy each day
a little more than before . . .?"

"When really does . . .
the Winter come for sure,
is it when we see the first snow
or feel colder than before,
is it when we can't seem
to run up the hill which once
seemed so easy to climb
sledding all day until night,
never even once stopping
to rest or pause before
we took that one last run?
Is it when we stopped
and looked around
noticing how much had changed
and not seeing the friends
we used to see in youth
or when we drove to work
or raking leaves in the Fall?
Was it perchance the day
we realized age was ours
and not another whom
we knew as being old?
Maybe even the Winter
marked it's day with
the luster of gold
and made each memory
softer and gentler than before,
and holding hands with one
just the one we've loved
for all these years?
But mostly Winter comes
unexpected with storms
and strife, pain and suffering
the looking forward
to another day alone
wondering will the phone ring
will a son or daughter remember
just to check, to say hello
in the Winter season of our day . . ."

"The Seasons of Forever"
We spread our spirits
to breathe in the day
of wind and sun and rain
remembering of who and why
Heavenly Father sent us here.
Forever was the word
most often repeated
we are to be forever
and all we need to do
is to learn to obey.
Seasons come and go
as man marks time
but Father marks progress
either towards eternity
or counts us going away.
Forever is but from yesterday
then stretching into today
all the way though tomorrow
forever is Fathers way of time
being without beginning or end.
So as we review the seasons
of our mortal lives do we see
the eternal prospects we have
to live forever with Father
or do we see just another day?
The seasons of forever are ours
and each is marked and accounted
for us to know what we've gained
and what we should have done
or who we should have become.
So in the season of forever
when the Summer is nigh
remember in the Spring and Fall
to prepare for the Winter
the most important season of all.