Fred Stadler Poems

The Beautiful Cycle

In the summer I come out and watch the flowers - sharp red roses, light violet lavenders, and dazzling white daisies. The sun's light gives them colour, gives them shadow, gives them life. A perfect picture is painted upon my mind as a cool and gentle breeze grazes across my skin. I watch and I wait as
the breeze gets colder and the flowers die, or dive into the ground - a retreat from the dry and frozen winters of my land. I look on as they disappear, one after another. Finally all that remains is the white snow resting upon the earth. But I know in my heart that time changes the seasons and the cold won't last forever. I watch and I wait as... more »

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