Welcome each other
A passing, of conversation
Whispers into the ear of one,
to the next
Conversing back and forth as banter will do
Only until suddenly, The conversation stops
And only one is left
The whispers of the other are gone,
And the chatter has stopped
To all be left on the sole speaker,
The new season

Not an involuntary change,
But a gradual loosening and shift to
something different,
Something new

The days show no evidence
But the mornings and nights still show
Remembrances of what was before it.
Just as the summer seems to shutter
In the thought of winter,
Spring was there to fade it out
In the mornings and nights,
So summer only knows from the memory
That winter was so far from where it is now

Hope is spring,
We don't have to fall

The Seasons can change anyways