With the coming of summer
The years midlife begins in earnest.
Infancy is replaced by the maturity of time,
The dead forgotten to the wake of new life,
No more is there the barrenness of winter.
Cold, gray nakedness gives way to colors multitude,
Death’s pungent odor yields to the fragrance of flora,
Rebirth is complete…for a time.
Youthful fauna take comfort in nature’s bounty
Feeding in gluttonous fervor,
Instinctively knowing it is but momentary,
With the scarcity of later year fast approaching.
What a wondrous gift is nature;
Our lives mimicking her cyclic clock,
Stages of life revealed since time began.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Sigh…and then comes fall
and winter.
So true, very much like our own lives. Than you for taking the time to read my poem. :)
I spend winter longing for the long days and the passing of the longest always makes me slightly sad.
I understand completely. :)
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Thank you, I appreciate you letting me know. :)