We travel through life as seasons in a year
And with the passing of each season
We reminisce what has passed

But in life there is a melancholy with each passing
For we shall never see that season again
As we travel toward Winter and eternal sleep

Until then we rejoice in the season we live in
Each with it’s own unique beauty
Each holding qualities unlike any other

Spring is over before we are mature enough to realize
What a magical time it is, where our foundation is formed
That most important structure, formed while we are the most naïve

The passing into the Summer of our lives follows storms
Which test that foundation and where the strongest and luckiest thrive
It is in that passing that most who will find love do so
Love which strengthens the soul and prepares us for life's challenges
Few find that love that lifts our souls giving strength for life's journey
Most seek for it and settle for what life sets in our path
And for fear of loneliness stop looking just so at least someone is there

Some find that true love but paths lead them far away
Never to find each other again, yet always wondering what might have been ...
And so we trudge forward simply surviving,
A lucky few thriving
And barely notice that Summer has passed and now it is Fall

My God, Winter is the next season!
I hope I tended to my gardens sufficiently
So I do not wither and waste away in this and my final season ...

But I chose the convenient partner who was in my path long ago
And never felt the connection, the strength that I imagined
Would make this journey easier,
Especially now, when the season grows colder
And although beautiful in its own way
There are signs of life retreating
And preparing for the sleep of Winter

I thought I had something, someone, in you long ago whom
I imagined to be that strength, comfort, and spark of passion
That could energize my soul and give me the warmth to thrive
In these last two most challenging seasons

Then suddenly, miraculously, again you are there!
And my heart beats as a young man's again!

Now these last seasons promise beauty
And even transformation
Because although my body exists in the Fall of its life
With Winter approaching
My heart, and mind, and soul see something else entirely
And I am am filled with courage and joy
No more foreboding
For I am truly blessed by you …
With a Second Spring