Seasons

by Scrittore

In a whisper you will be gone
Like the midday summer breeze
And the happiness that you spawned
Turns to sadness like autumn leaves

This brings along the winter weeks,
With the long dark depressing cold
And like the icy snowy peaks
I have no wish to be consoled

Yet spring will come and melt away
The hidden forgotten gardens beneath
And like hidden summers shining rays
I show what truly lies underneath