Poem: Seasons That Never Return

The autumn leaves, once golden bright,
Now whisper tales of fleeting light,
They fall to earth in soft despair,
For seasons pass, but do not care.

Winter’s breath, a bitter chill,
Wraps the world in silence still,
Snowflakes dance in fragile grace,
But soon they vanish, leave no trace.

Springtime’s bloom with colors new,
A promise made but never true,
For blossoms fade before the sun,
A cycle lost, a race not won.

Summer’s warmth, a golden haze,
Holds us in its sunlit gaze,
But as the nights grow cold and long,
It melts away like whispered song.

Each season’s gift, a fleeting flame,
Unyielding to our cries or name.
They come, they go, they leave no sign,
And in their wake, we search, we pine.

For seasons change, but time can’t turn,
Those fleeting moments never return.
Yet in our hearts, they softly stay,
As shadows of the yesterday.