Seasons

As age creeps,

As I watch the seasons change.

I’m so grateful for the simple things.

The hot August sun, mowing on a Saturday.

The mirror that reminds me time is short.

The people who’ve touched my heart.

The lessons learned hard.

Your touch on my hand.

The remembrance of youth unabashed,

Of the strawberry hill…

Of the way I knew I’d always love you…

RGH/TSE

9-3-2020

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