Sitting atop the cliff
allowing my mind to wander
indebted to the flow of life
something not to squander
Questions at hand
at the end of the year
what of the journey
is anything clear
Winter is symbolic of death
when life takes a rest
curling in front of a fire
reading is the best
Spring comes
there is new birth
blossoms on the trees
warmth fills the earth
Summer days
filled with laughter
walking along a stream
majestic pebbles sought after
Along comes the fall
filled with colorful leaves
magical creatures appear
campfire stories to believe
Time slows down
life is bitter sweet
experiences interwoven
chafe and the wheat
Meditation over
spirit now flying in the wind
time to live anew
till this journey’s end
copyright 2022 Debbie Pierce
Piper's Adventures 
But in India , winter is not symbolic of death , but life . And summer of death . So in Indian context , poetry appears to be rearranged . Anyway , nice poetry of all times . Thanks !
Thank you. I didn’t know that the seasons are viewed differently in India. That’s interesting and a neat view of life and death. I will think about the seasons from that point of view. Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful day!
Thanks !
Sequencing is often a prime component in your reflective poems. Carts never go before the proverbial horse. As with a Nickelodeon, there is finite order. This is a skill.
Enjoy your weekend. 🙂
Thank you. I agree. I walked the dog this morning and enjoyed the wonderful weather. Hope that you enjoy your weekend as well. Have a wonderful day!
Every day is a gift regardless the season. Enjoyed your poem.
Thank you. I agree. Each day is a beautiful gift. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
Wonderful write, Debbie.
Thank you.
You are welcome.
Loved reading it. Very nice.
Thank you. Have a wonderful day!