It’s been a rainy couple of days here and leaves now coat my grass. Once I could work eight hours at a time doing yard work. Now three to four is my max. The seasons keep changing as they always have, but I’m slowing down.


The Measure of Seasons

Leaves drift down,
soft and wet upon the grass,
mingling with acorns among the moss.
Autumn’s hush has come.

Soon the trees will stand bare,
their secrets revealed -
empty nests of birds and squirrels.
Winter waits in stillness.

And so the circle turns: autumn to winter to spring to summer,
seasons whispering -
reminders of years passing quickly.
My step slows, my strength wanes,
but time gathers speed.

I measure life now
in the rhythm of my yard -
the leaves raked,
then winter’s hibernation.
Soon, grass is cut
and flowers tended once again -
a quiet testament
to all that is changing,
and all that will endure.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-29 at 04:15

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
My life, too, is one of the seasons, each with its own character which touches and effects my own character. Here, it is cold and raining, but rain is what feeds so the roots, so I welcome it. Age matters, effort matters, time matters. Your poem captures it all quietly and truly.
2025-10-29


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a gentle expose of our life's diminishment. Maybe that is too powerful a word, 'diminishment'? Or is it? Whatever, I thoroughly appreciate your gentle poem both for its ability to resonate with myself and its honesty. If I may, I'm going to quote some lyrics, maybe you will remember them?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
Blessings, Allen
2025-10-29