The skies weep as spring comes

Beating on the window drums

The summer flowers bloom

Pink, yellow, blue

The warm scent of perfume

With the shadow that looms

And ripening of the plums

Watching as he succumbs

Summers are the longest days

Wading into deathly craze

Nothing left to do

But wait ‘til fall rolls through

It would be a lovely view

If she were there with you

But time passes, in honeyed daze

Ignoring how he prays

The tears dry up with fall

And there’s nothing left to bawl

Browning leaves

Wilting trees

Goodbye summer’s breeze

Welcome winter’s freeze

On his face, a smile so small

But his heart waits in thrall

Together in this room

So much left to assume

But now we have timeful sums

And of this place, we’re the only ones