A poem from earlier this year: SEASONS Seasons come and seasons - TopicsExpress



          

A poem from earlier this year: SEASONS Seasons come and seasons go. All while wondering if it might snow. So much impossibility every second When thinking it’s something You can control. A storm may come or you might Wonder if there can ever be A breeze to cool the day’s heat. And then again how often do you Even notice What time the sunsets? The last time it rained? Taking time to notice the moment And the stillness you can find within. A wonderment as to why I question The meaning or purpose of How I spend my days. Offering up to my sweet soul the room To breathe and remember, My existence as a lifetime, is built on every moment. -deb
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 13:41:53 +0000

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