the seasons keep changing

the seasons keep changing
and so do I

I went from the bright springtime of my life
into a warm and golden summer

I barely made it through the windy fall
with a cancer intent on killing me

now I’m in the cold winter of my life
with death approaching like the
stagnating ice and falling snow.

bob boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, walk 2 hours daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. View all posts by BobBoyd