Poems and Poetry

Seasons of the Year | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie,
life gets better, life gets worse.
We’re no different than

the seasons of the year except
we’re luckier than most having
lived our lives in summer.

We’re falling now among
the leaves of autumn
and we have winter yet

to face with ice and snow.
Let’s put the kettle on for tea,
grab a blanket and stay warm.

We’ll light a fire and discover
if we’re evergreen or tropical
when spring arrives next year.

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