Spring, fresh cheeked, thrills us with renewal
Heralding life’s cycle born anew

Summer, with the face of adolescence
Warms the heart and smiles upon the meadows

Autumn dances to the song of twilight
Her age dismissed with colorful abandon

Winters presence meets a cold reception
And mourns the passing of another year

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Seasons

  1. splitspeak says:

    reminds me of a song our music teacher taught us…”we had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun…” such a sad song, but I loved it

    Love, Mehak

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