Through Time

Although the winter had been long and chilly,
my attitude was warm and cheerful.

However, as the days grow longer again, my joy is receding.
I see that my trees are just dying skeletons.
Their autumn colors have been burned into my mind.
My hope for life’s renewal fades as the weeks go by.

However, I rely on a source of boundless energy.

If I begin to search, I will find a spiritual home.
Each moment of the year becomes a memory.
They remind me that I am on a journey through time.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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