I wrote this while I was at work without a book. Sometimes there’s just nothing to do there while waiting for Chas to come out and tell us where we will be and the new updates that have gone on with our tests.

Summer blossoms the trees to green
Flowers wilting, a week ago gleamed
Sun shimmers and kisses the flesh
Many should have gotten much much less

Browns, reds, golds confetti the grass
Green seems to be something of the past
Heat slowly simmers to the seventies
Lost with the heat is our bit of privacy

Winter rolls in with it’s slim chance of snow
Wishes to santa the temperature would drop low
Rainy days, Rainy nights, timeless sleep
Season of gift giving, gifts we don’t need

The time of rain the time of love
Slowly taking off those mittens and gloves
Trees budding, the flowers begin to bloom
Less people are affected by winter’s gloom.

Seasons come and seasons go
But keep your memories close

Be they of Spring, Autumn, Summer or Winter
You might find out you really did miss her.