Death by Winter

The years slip by us,
an extended state of spring.
Seeds grow to petals,
and our roots reach deep,
deeper into the earth.
The pollen of our hearts spread,
landing in new, unknown fields.

Springs fades to summer,
we spend hours beneath sunny rays
and rainy days only build us up stronger.
But as vacation go-ers say,
summer is short lived,
and soon home beckons us back again.

Summer shifts to fall,
your colors quickly change.
Yellow, orange and red, silently scream,
scream words that never should be said.
Our leaves quietly fall, drift towards the ground
where their voices are no longer heard.
But with no words left to say,
it seems we are better off that way.

Fall creeps to winter,
cold creeps into my heart.
The snow keeps dropping, piling up
like fading memories of us.
I am cold, but you are frigid,
This chill pushes through the night.
I now am numb, but you now are dead.
My apology forever left unsaid.

and though I wait for spring to come again,
I can't help but to feel this winter will never end.