Grandma's Life Seasons
by Leigh Granville-Claymore
It was the spring when she began her journey towards winter.
Young, fragile, innocent
peeking her unknowing face into the world of being.
She became....a tiny, beautiful, fragrant flower.
In the summer of her life she grew like the rows of
weeds and vegetables found in any farmer's garden.
She produced the fruits of her labors,
but oftentimes because of insufficient tending,
her life vines came up with only a dried-up
remnant of what would have been.
Life was as hard then as the July heat.
As she neared the fall of her life she found
She looked forward to sheeding the unnecessary
in preparation for her winter's rest.
She had bloomed and grown and it was not
time to ungrow.
Time to just sit back and relax.
It is taking it easy time.
Take it easy she did. She had earned this.
The winter came on quickly, as winter often does.
The whiteness of her hair matched
the starkness of the ground.
Inseparable in contrast.
The hard lines in her face resembled the
dormant oaks in her front yeard; brittle, hard.
Winter - a time to sleep,
a time of peace.
Spring would be here soon and the life
season would begin for another...
and then another....
and finally me.
Peace to you all. Have a blessed day!