They say the seasons are the stages of life.
Spring. . . . its birth, newness of soul.
Summer. . its carefree youth, learning.
Autumn. . . its trial and error of adulthood.
Winter. . . . its golden years of finality.
My seasons are running into one,
like a water color painting in the rain,
clouded judgement unforeseen forgetfulness
an abomination of my once poetic heart.
Seemingly no way to see the sun
except in my soul, when it decides to shine,
which is very rarely, seems to be fading
into what was once a promising humanity.
For I shall love all of your hearts eternally,
remembering what was once truly alive.
Now my eyes seem tired of it all the chaos
ugliness, as they close for the darkest Winter.
Never again to witness a youthful Spring.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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