The Runner
The seasons come, the seasons go
Late autumn leaves give way to snow
Along the trail, rugged and steep
The runner glides while shadows creep
And the seasons come, the seasons go
Springtime arrives, red tulips grow
While frozen rivers wake and flow
Deep in the woods, a rhythmic sound
His muddy footfalls kiss the ground
And the seasons come, the seasons go
Now summer lands, the warm winds blow
Blue skies above, soft earth below
No sound is heard on path or trail
The runner’s spent, his body frail
And the seasons come, the seasons go
I love running, but as I get older and the injuries pile up, I face the thought that one day I will have to stop. When that happens, will I still be me? In any case, the seasons will endure. This poem is inspired by the great poem “The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
© 2018, Rob Dods
