Life's Seasons
Those hurried summer days ended some time ago.
When exactly, you ask? I just can't recall.
That life season passed when I became mellow --
when I no longer ran and, instead, walked tall.
No sweat on my brow; instead, the cool breeze blows.
I am so much wiser and am the keeper
of great stories as I find my new fall home.
And so I laugh longer and love much deeper.
As I travel this road and behold beauty,
I recall we were always the best of friends.
And so I smile and rejoice in knowing we
can share our autumn days when we meet again.
So, please come visit my new home up the hill.
Don't be long now; when the winter comes I will go away.
Bridgette Rodriguez
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