A Summer love…

 

Browning now and soon to fall
No longer Spring when first you’d call
Each year I wait for your return
When thus my stomach starts to churn.

For with you came my love to me
A Summer love so filled and free
And as the Autumn came and went
You left and our love seemed all spent.

As Winter comes to freeze my bones
I walk among the graveyard stones
And wait for Spring to see again
Your flowers that bring me such pain.

Yet once more the Spring arrived
And flowers bloomed and some just thrived
But you had not a bud this year
My love has left for good I fear.

©Joe Wilson – A Summer love…2017