The Season's Colors

I see the colors of Fall spin around me
as they mix as they fade away.
I see the cooler colors of Winteras they
come from the sky to land on my tongue.

I see the bright colors of Spring
fly through hands of time.
Then I see the warm colors of Summer
as they pass me by to say hello.

As Fall returns spinning,
I do not see the colors.
When Winter comes from the sky,
I do not feel the colors on my tongue.

As for Spring,
I do not see the colors fly.
Alas for Summer,
I do not hear the colors say hello.

I am to old.
I ignore the colors.
But the child I bear,
plays with the colors
as I once did.