My Spring
The rain falls softly to the ground

Mother Nature is quietly weeping the loss of another year.

The cool fresh air soothes me as I stand to listen to the rains whisper.

I'm reminded of the past seasons and their memories.

Fall, usually the time for death and hibernation shall now always be my spring.

This is when I came alive by meeting you, my love.

As I stand and listen to natures song.

I hear your heart beating.