Seasons and Me

I was a child of the springtime once. 

Crayons in my chubby hands, 

I tried to color roses

I saw dancing in the wind.

I was a summer woman once. 

I recall the orange-laden orchards.

I remember moonlit walks,

life’s promises within my reach.

I am in the autumn of my life.

Some might say I am

a crone in training,

leaning on my laughing stick.

Winter stares me in the face.

Time when strength

will leave me, death

will dance me out the door.

published in Medusa's Kitchen