my problems drop and scatter amongst the throng of others
We wish them never to return
knowing they are part of the seasons of our lives
I eagerly await sunshine knowing
I have to endure a winter of uncertainty before I smile again
But I'm good with that
This cycle of life has taught me
the more things change the more you should get use to it.
But I don't
As if I'm expecting some seismic shift in Mother Nature's predictable behavior
Knowing the calendar is the pattern of her performance minus a few days here and there
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But I think for a second and realize
I have today
all to myself
to share
to live
to give
to bless someone else
And I think even more about the fact
Someone can't write this poem today
Because Mother Nature and GOD agreed
The four seasons are now one eternity
A life that has come full circle
Maybe even without any fanfare
that they were even here...
©2015 Wayne Box Miller
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