Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Seasons On Hubbard Hill


And the seasons would come and the seasons would go and our whole world would change with the flow

As the sharp verdant springtime resolved in soft focus as the hills drowned in summer’s warm glow

And the mountains in Autumn were like purple haze that muted fall colors soaked through

Then winter’s keen breath brought the snow and white frost and another new year for us too.

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You're always young in your mind it is said, No matter the face in the mirror, That you see with surprise then say to yourself, "What is that old man doing here?"