The golden rays of sun

On the magestic stone

Wipes away the gray grime.

The gloden figure glitters in her glory,

A smile covering her lined face.

Her wrinkled fingers wave to me

So I remember the age of winter.

But with spring she is reborn

Bathed in the rays of youth,

A reminder that we can all start over.

Soon I forget winter and let my summer again fade.

To oranges and yellows

A circle of memory and forgetting

The seasons from another point of view.