Seasons

Summer, Fall, Winter...

The summer sun smiles and dances with cool water lapping at the shore. 

“Stand and walk with me,” she whispers. 

Her voice echoes through the empty room. 

Courage, she fills you with. 

Her hand, she touches you with. 

Now you walk and stumble and run with her. 

The wind blows cool and hollow and summer ends and fall begins. 

She holds your hand as leaves fall and crumble underneath your feet. 

The trees sway, the leaves sail away, so far. 

The last apple she grabs and hands to you. 

You thank her and she watches you devour its sweetness. 

The wind blows her hair around. 

Now it’s winter and the cold bites her nose. 

She walks alone now that you are present no more.