The Season’s Romance

"A bit like the story of the Crone."

Leaves are falling,
Changing in color
Winds change direction,
Birds flying south
You hold my hand, We go out again
Everything is changing.

The cold has arrived
Death has come again
Life is sleeping
Waiting for us to wake
From our long slumber

Green is growing,
The common are rejoicing
For the coming of the new,
Is arriving again.
You join with me again

Life has returned
The young have become the old
We are meeting new faces
Among our friends
They are watching us
As we watch each other
I dread our leaving
Even as I wait for it.