Colin F. Jones

SEASON’S END

~ 1 ~

This day the season ended.
But it has left blossoms lying there,
All shrivelled in the icy winds,
Without feeling without care
This day the glory has gone,
The blossoms are turning sour.
Passed by and all alone,
This sad un-treasured flower.

~ 2 ~

Be kind, be gentle, go safely, be pure.
Walk not through the caverns of shadow.
Cherish your love for you have nothing more,
Than the sweetness of love’s thriving meadow.
Be wise be thankful, be good be true,
Take not a sweet petal for granted,
For each has a different kind of hue,
And each flower for a purpose was planted.