The seasons, here you watch them
come and go, like lovers that
change every time the spark of
unnamed delight, turns and drifts
over to another soul
Just as you’ve smelt the roses,
their summer blooms start fading;
leaving but a thorny note
of regret, as petals fall,
hope and belief dissolving
Now the leaves, they drift away
on the bright crisp autumn breeze;
whirling in eddies, gently
nudging the reluctant heart
to find a new direction