My how things change,
it seems just yesterday
I was couped up in blankets
trying desperately to keep the cold
from sinking into my bones
while writing papers
in my dorm room.
How different it is now
with the summer sun on my back
and the warm breeze wafting by.
It is not just the seasons of the year
which are in constant motion,
the seasons of life
seem to be fast forwarding
with the winds of change.
Everything around me is sprouting,
blossoming, maturing, seeding, whithering.
Things will never be quite the same again.
I cannot stop it though.
It would be like trying to hold sand;
The harder I try the faster it slips through.
The only thing to do now
is grab a canoe and row down the river with it
let the current carry me
to distant lands,loves, adventures.
So much has happened already
but the truth is
this is only the beginning.
