I'll while away the summer breeze with you,
Content to watch your smile outshine the sun
Our fingers twined while watching skies of blue,
Our laughter rising as we see clouds run.
I'll stroll with you through autumn as it flies,
Its reds no equal to your blush, its golds
******* by your irises, your sun-ringed eyes
A touch of warmth before the coming cold.
We both know winter must descend in time,
Despite the sun and smiles, the golds and reds;
I cannot fear its gray and chill. A rhyme
From me to you will ward those from our heads.
In passing that with you, I welcome spring;
with you, I've faced much worse than growing things.