A Year

As summer ends

and fades the day, 

I glance aback 

to yesterday. 

I think of us 

and what we mean 

to me.

As Autumn dawns 

and leaves do drop, 

our past reserved 

but not forgot. 

I think of us 

and what we still 

could be. 

As Winters chill 

begins its yawn, 

a frosty start, 

a chilly dawn. 

I think of us 

and what is planned 

you see.

As Spring does burst 

from shattered night, 

the birds aloft 

in scattered flight, 

but home to roost

you come, 

our destiny.