The leaves fade into a motionless inferno
As they slowly crumple and fall
Bitter coldness begins to crawl into every crevis
Days pass
Trees and grass grey
under a distant gloomy sky
Cold is constant and stale
Time has no hold
Sweet spring air brings warmth and cheer
Grass brightly reaches high as the flowers bloom
Luscious fill once bare branches
But still a chill lingers
The sun has a long leisure roll across the sky
Wispy clouds are few and scattered
life's in swing, busy busy busy
A soft cool breeze starts the close
The grey that never left thickens and consumes
    year after year
     day after day
    never ending is the pain
    of losing you