SEASONED

 

When we were young

We began wandering aimlessly

Through leafy woodland.

We began when there were only

The early buds of spring

Wandering on through

The dappled shade of summer

And its comforting warmth

Onward then to the fall

With its crimson hues

Now we embark beyond

The crunch of autumns leaves

Into the cold metaphor

Of winters landscape

We still have each other

But we also have uncertainty

How much winter will we see?