I thought I saw the budding trees all sprout anew
I dreamt I touched each summer bloom all spread with dew,
And yet today I walked about and lonesome felt
An autumn breeze with chilling breath where sunbeams knelt.
Too fast these days have flickered by, the time has come
For lusty wind that plays beneath the winter sun.
Where then have these precious hours flown in vapid haste
To leave behind the faded hope a fool may waste?
Seems life’s composed of moments falling, one on one,
Like threads of gold into a lasting mem’ry spun
In sequence, weaving wisdom’s waning tragic spell
Of laughing tears and weeping smiles which credence tell.
These seasons constant changing that each flower knows
Are cycles in the life of man that patience grows.
Claire V. Bogdanos 