Seasons – Written July 2005 (Aged 30)

Seasons

i felt autumn leaves
fall from the branches
of some of my dreams
i knew then
as i know now
that a new season had started
that summer sun
radiated from the sky
it gave lip gloss to my smile
and put a twinkle in my eye
the end of one season,
consequently means the start of another
you change dreams,
jobs, friends and even lovers
the beauty is, nothing is as it seems
but everything is a season
we are seasonal beings
writing out chapters
i felt winter snow
come and go
and never really take hold
every season is just a reason
to remain bold




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James Garratt – July 2005