






Seasons of My Mind
A favored Time
of Year is Spring,
With Trees in
Bud and Birds on Wing;
Or is it when
the Flowers bring,
The warmth of
Sun; a Summer’s Fling,
For Lovers;
Youth is Everything!
Perhaps the
cool, hued Leaves of Fall,
My Winter’s
now, Life's Evenfall;
This Aging
Process casts its Pall,
As Mem’ry
fades, I can’t recall,
That favored
Time of Year at all!
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© Howard B.Eskin 1996