On solitary walks through solitary places
I have seen winter snowflakes
Drift patiently through a forest of tall, tall elms-
And I passed the scene by.
I have seen yellowed Autumn leaves
Fall softly amidst a wooded lane-
And I shrugged, and walked on.
I have seen the first dews of Spring
Awaken sprightly in exultation-
And lethargically I continued.
I have seen God’s golden summer rays
Shine from the clouds to enshrine my wake
And I silently went on my way.
Yet as I reflect at my writing desk
On all the September’s of my years
I recall with perfection
The slow passing of seasons-
And my passing's too-
Excitedly my pen passes over paper to begin;
On solitary walks through solitary places…