Seasons

As we walk life’s tortuous paths 

we encounter  seasons 

as life rolls past

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

pass with certitude

 a familiar refrain

weather patterns change to

unexpected patterns

less no snow more rain

making the season harder

to explain

As we walk life’s tortuous paths 

our lives are like  seasons 

Winter may seem to set in, to blight 

spring,summer or autumn when dreams are dashed

and life seems cold and bleak

when setbacks lash

a chill cold wind  blows, hunches shoulders

when desolation becomes the norm

and the path is strewn with boulders

then winter chill seems set to last

a whole eternity

but seasons turn

springs hope of new life

the abundance of summer

the colours of autumn

and winter too has a beauty

As we walk life’s tortuous paths 

we encounter  seasons 

each has its own beauty