Lowering its head
its majesty the Sun
yielded the rivers and forests
the gardens and parking lots
to winter's warriors
In brave retreat
summer handed autumn a golden key
whispering in her ear
"our time will again come"
as she slipped the key deep into her white pocket
The Colour and warmth
came thru my glass window
bathing me in a red sunset light
as a reminder
that I am growing older, another year
Should we meet again in the promise of spring
I will remember you
as I cross the next islands in my life's path
with my passengers, hope and dreams
accompanying me, win or fail.
