Snowflakes of memory fall
Kissing the gentle night,
Melting on my skin
In the moonlight.
I remember winter,
Sunlight on frozen hills
When I sought summer
In the pale eyes of spring,
And found the gold of autumn
Waiting in the silence
As the seasons turned.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
What a beautiful poem
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Sue.
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Your poem sounds idyllic and yet incredibly normal, Sue… something that has been missing this year. Will we ever feel that way again?
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I certainly hope so, Jaye.
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Sue, you know you have gold when it gives the reader across the water, goosebumps! Beautiful.
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Thank you, Léa.
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Sue, it was my pleasure.
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Beautiful, Sue… ❤
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Thank you, Bette. ❤
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Such a beautiful expression of the changing of the seasons and the passage from one phase of life to the next.
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Thank you, Liz. All seasons have their own beauty.
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I agree! Each season is my favorite–until the next one arrives.
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The only bit I don’t care for is the excessive heat of midsummer… and I enjoy that too if I can be somewhere the breeze can blow.
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