“THE SEASONS OF OUR LIVES” 

                                                                          By C. Wayne Lammers 
 
 

                                                                      
 
“SPRING” 

 Spring, symbolic of newness. 
 An awakening, a beginning, a birth, a new life to cherish and to behold the Mother 
earth. Bathed in purity and clothed in innocence we begin to learn the habits, likes and 
dislikes of a lifetime. Our personality is formed, or perhaps merely expresses it's self as we 
grow. 

 A time of wonderment; of discovery and learning. A time to feel the sun on our 
backs and the wind in our hair. A time of unending energy and an insatiable appetite for 
life, in spite of the fact we don’t know how to live it. 

 On the earth, green shoots burst forth along with a cacophony of wild-flowers to 
bring the eternal promise of another cycle, another life. 

 A time to have hopes and dreams for the future. It is truly a time of wonder, and 
yet, the nagging doubt and fear of the unknown causes us to tremble in our safe beds and 
ponder what will be. 

 To sleep: Deep in the arms of Morpheus, to dream and to become all that is our 
hearts desire creates a special time, a magical time, soon to be lost to all but a hallowed 
few who are able to escape to the land of ‘Nod,’ and who dare to dream. 

 And so it goes, day by day and year by year, until the harsh reality of life creeps up 
as if a thief in the night to steal the time of childhood and leave us lacking the fortitude to 
successfully capture the beginning of a metamorphosis that will transform the shy, retiring 
child into an adult. But not before we experiment with love and get burned by the passion 
and emotion that we are unable to understand. 

 We tip-toe down the pathway, afraid to try and fail, and yet, perhaps more afraid 
not to try because of the fear of rejection by a peer group that will hardly matter in a few 
short years as they become one, with the multitude of mediocrity. 

 To be sure, we will never forget them, . . . they just won’t matter anymore. 

 Cry for the innocence . . . 

 Weep for the broken dreams . . . 

 And rejoice that we go through it, but once in a lifetime 
 

  

“SUMMER” 

 A time of leisure. 

 A time to bask in the glory of all that we are. A time of contentment and growth. 
A time when the Spring is forgotten in the heat of all we would do, and become. Perhaps 
it is a time to pay the dues of a lifetime, and they come dear. 

 A time to finally know yourself and to discover the heartbreak of wrong choices . . 
. perhaps even to the contemplation of, “To be, . . . or, not to be . . . 

 On the earth, warm winds blow fair over the golden fields and the corn grows tall. 
The young birds leave the nest and try their wings in the heavens as the cycle continues. 

 What agony to come to the point of no return and realize the precious time that 
has been wasted on things that suddenly grow pale in the light of reality, and yet, what joy 
to contemplate the transition of ‘US.’ The flower in all it’s magnificence, the butterfly of 
life with wings spread toward a destiny only glimpsed in our awakening minds. 

 Finally, the promise of the future drives away the doubts and fears of the past and 
we welcome, with open arms, the Fall. 
 

  

“FALL” 

 The most precious time of all. 

 A time when the brisk winds enhance the wonderful smell of accomplishment. A 
time of harvest and enjoyment of all that we have become, and still, a time of planning for 
what yet is to be. 

 A time to reap the rewards of love, awareness, and feeling. 

 A time to walk side by side with someone we can truly relate to and enjoy the 
ecstasy of each others company without the taboos of self consciousness. 

 A time for the ‘One true love’ in our lives, to hold mentally and physically in the 
grip of all eternity, for today, tomorrow, and forever. 

 A comfortable love with the freedom to be yourself and to allow the same of your 
mate. 

 A Kaleidoscope of color in the leaves suggests the multiplicity of life to be tasted, 
as if a fine vintage wine stored in the cellar of promise, for a time too long to remember, 
and too soon to forget. 

 The time of reward. The time to place values into proper perspective and live for 
today, because tomorrow will never come . . . ., and is beyond contemplation. 

 IT MUST BE! 

 For, to allow it to come to our attention would be to deny all that we have, and all 
that truly matters. 
 

  
 

“WINTER” 

 Not, as you may surmise, a time for dying, but a time to hold the treasures of Fall 
and bask in the warmth of all we have become. 

 A time of deep sharing. 

 A time to walk hand in hand, secure in the certain knowledge of our love and a 
time of contentment with all that we are. 

 A time of slowness, for there is no longer any reason to rush. For us the race is 
over for a time . . . and yet, the applause of a lifetime of wonders still rings crisply on the 
chill winds of winter. 

 A time when all fear of the unknown is vanquished with a full measure of 
knowledge in who we are, and where we are yet to go. 

 SURELY OUR CUP RUNETH OVER! 

 A time to smile at a long forgotten, but somehow suddenly remembered trial that 
was a mountain insurmountable at one point in our lives . . . . and seems so petty now. 

 Truly a time of completion, and, just maybe, the grandest time of all . . . as we 
stand once again as children, naked before the unending Universe, and await the time of 
final fulfillment . . . 
  
to be one at last, 

                         with all creation.