In temperate climates ,seasons ends are blurred.
So many days by two seasons are shared.
Even by midsummer in high June,
Many flowers have gone,have gone too soon
Yet Michaelmas is marked by daisies tall
And roses still show blooms throughout the Fall.
Mysterious, new and precious buds are born
Will such joy help us bear our thoughts forIorn
In hollow winter depths of ice and cold,
When dark,short days so heavily unfold
Then we know with Fall and summer gone ,
Dark earth shields seeds until their time shall come
The paradox we face is how to judge
When anguished hearts and faces by tears smudged
Tell us life’s too painful to go on.
Then from hearts cracked open, life spurts forth again.
