I have lived through all the seasons of life and am now
in the "winter" of my life... a flower of winter.
FLOWERS OF WINTER
When we're born,
We're flowers of spring;
So young and so free,
A beautiful thing.
And then, when we
Reach the summer of life,
We are like tall sunflowers
That bloom, ever so bright.
Then we reach
The fall of our days,
The rich autumn colors
And much slower ways.
But tis the flowers of winter
And the snow-drops each year
That reminds us of long life
And each sorrow and each tear.
As the seasons progress
From spring rains to winter snow
Our Lord is besides us
Wherever we may go!
Freda Fullerton
January 7, 2014
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