So it’s Spring 
and we’re running through the park 
smiling and laughing 
noticing every little thing 
like the gleam of morning dew 
or the blush of your cheeks 
on a warm afternoon. 

Summer now 
and there’s so much more to do 
so much more life 
but so much less…new. 
Still, the sun shines, so we make hay 
we dwell in our company 
and wish these summer days 
were here to stay. 

Autumn comes all too soon, 
wide blue skies turn gunmetal grey 
and the wind strokes our shoulders 
like an old lover remembered 
on a gloomy afternoon. 
And all the vibrant red and golden leaves 
can’t hide the fact 
that silver chases the colour from our heads 
giving us a glimpse of a precarious thread. 

Winter finally arrives 
and now I walk alone through the park 
where we used to run 
wrapped up against the cold 
home before it’s dark. 
I linger in my company 
remember summer days 
the way you sighed so beautifully 
while bathed in the suns rays. 

As faded as the sunlight 
I shuffle with the fallen leaves 
and close my eyes 
one last time 
in Winters silent night.