As winter touched her ashen face, <br /> it touched this heart that beat. <br />With memories of the spring of her, <br />the warmth my soul did meet. <br /> <br />The summer of her laughter, <br />the autumn of her sighs. <br />The breeze blown clouds her whispers, <br />the rambling brook her cries. <br /> <br />No spring will warm my life again, <br />nor summer bring the dove. <br />No autumn bring the still for me, <br />since winter claimed my love.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-59/
