SEASONAL THINGS
I remember the joy of springtime
gone
standing strong in the waxing sun
watching nature blossom
with a sense of things beginning
sitting now in the wintry shadows
watching the waning-sun set
with a sense of things ending
I realize that we are seasonal
things after all
that we bloom and fade
and know not why

William Bedford
Toronto,

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