Signs
Slowly, very slowly, it’s moving in, unnoticed
’til the sun uncovers it with its light in gold
Lurking there betwixt the lush of green
Is a hint of change, ruby red, and bold
A challenge thrown to a season growing old
As another arrives to take its place in line
The green of the waning season will hang on
Tenacious, on the shed’s old clinging vine
Time however, will take its toll untamed
Green leaves soon lose their color, turn to red
The look of fall will appear in all its glory
As summer fades, trundles off to bed
Fall’s a season of fun — and preparation
For the storms of winters cold, ice and snow
The winter season’s a boon for children
Sledding, skating, those things they know
Summer, fall and winter, we’re into spring
It brings some spice into our life and our livin’
As I see it now, Life, has four seasons
One time around – That’s all we are given
We are all brothers under the skin
Love your neighbor, if rich or if poor
If he’s in trouble, treat him as kin
Keep God in your heart forever more
Charles E. Frost
Copyright © 2009
Uncle Charlie Frost lives in New Hampshire and is I’m sure he won’t mind my saying-in his 90’s. He loves the Miramichi and his roots here. He continues to write poetry on a regular basis.
Just one more beautiful poem from my Uncle Charlie who writes near a poem a day. This is one of my favorites… the seasons of nature, the seasons of life.
Uncle Charlie writes wonderful poems and he really enjoys writing. He is also a wonderful person and I love keeping in touch with him everyday through MSN. Happy writing Unc!!