I gaze at newly naked boughs above.

I shudder in the biting eastern wind.

I pine for summer days that we so love.

You point to lightest gold and burnished red.

You show me leaf buds, tightly closed for spring.

You lead me past the shrubs, still full in bloom.

You fill me with great hope that time will bring.

My jaded eye revived through child's view.

Your vision of rebirth you gave to me.

Our futures short and long will now be shared.

The generation leaps to promise fresh.

Skipped season previews growth anew.