Seasons of the Mind

Seasons of the Mind


Small and adventurous
The sun smiles down
The world seems generous
With all these people around
The flocks of birds
And flowers galore
A big hand that guides
Is near evermore
The world is bright
Full of flowers of wonder
Small, yet riddled with contrite
Storms always have thunder
Madness follows the hand that guides
Summer is over and autumn arrives




Beautiful but dying
The earth fades to a gray
Comforting green turns to red crying
And the fields are in disarray
People are leaving
There's no one to trust
As the leaves are receding
Everything reduces to rust
It's too hard to think
And my bonds have all sundered
As if in one blink
My life is all but blundered
As the earth withers away
I can tell that winter is on its way




Somber and barren
The cold welcomes no one
Nothing around not even a heron
Chronophobia has just begun
And time stands to a still
The wind shakes my very core
Emotions build up, ready to spill
Loneliness approaches evermore
Everyone is gone
Even the hand that guides
I just need to make it to dawn
Even if it causes divides
As I beg for the sun to rise
Spring tickles the horizon as it arrives




As the warmth settles in
The flowers come back
The fresh pollen brings me a grin
And I feel I'm on the right track
Green overtakes the sullen gray
Birds chirp to their arrival
Happiness is finally on display
And the loneliness all but stifles
My meadow is at last in bloom
All of my hard work
Has lifted me from deep gloom
And it all but makes me smirk
To say this journey is all but laughable
The seasons of the mind are finally affable