Seasons of My Life

Season of my life In the autumn of my life tis springtime I recall when the pregnancy of winter gives birth to flora all colour hue and freshness as only sol my rise seeds faithfully long trusted yield fruit in blush surprise bulbs beget their flowers in colours hot and cold while rose buds blossom gently their fragrance sweetly bold candied dew upon their petals reflects the morning sun which is busy lifting blankets of mist where rivers run creation in profusion life's spectrum how it glows in a sea of waving splendour earths bounty ebbs and flows in the winter of my years let springtime be my bed lay me neath the flora so my spirit ne'er be dead