First rays of the sun on my face
Spring has come
Young and happy and full of promise
As pretty as the purple crocus
Pushing its way up to a world reborn
Long tall days full of lemonade
Books read on the porch, so much shade
This summer will never leave me
Gardens, parks and avenues
Roses in forever bloom
Celebration of color all around
Fall crunches under my feet
Clean crisp wind, apples abound
Has school started already?
First white crystals of wonder
herald the nearness of the end
Snowmen, boots and winter cold
Where have all the years gone?
Here I am Lord, Here I am.
*This poem is not about the seasons.