watching your seasons change


if i was to sit on this bench and watch your seasons change…would i see you bloom in spring, thrive in summer, celebrate autumn, and weather winter? or, would i see you wither with the falling leaves, to be trampled underfoot too early in the four seasons of your life?

there are too many faces in the newspaper proclaiming life is senseless and not worth living longer than it takes to burn out from the summer sun. when a frost comes, these faces shrink back in fear, loosening their grips on the tree-limb giving them life.

but…i will walk through the seasons around me, seeking a log, a boulder, a rock, or stone bench, to sit for awhile…pondering the richness of the soil, the stiff vigor of the wind, and the eagerness of the resolutions within me. 

the sun rises another day, no matter how sharp the cold seeps into deep wood, and i will keep walking, walking…i keep walking…through fallen leaves…



About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from,,, and are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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3 Responses to watching your seasons change

  1. Kirsten says:

    This may be odd, but this post brought to mind the Scripture “This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.” I think it was your last lines that made me think about walking through each day focusing on the Son no matter what bunch of dried leaves we are walking through. Ugh…did I make any sense?!? lol

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