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.